They listened, stupid or intent.

When some waif from the outer labyrinth scuffed in, affable, impudent, hailing his friends across the room, he made but a ripple of unrest, and sank gaping among the others like a fish in a pool.
Even Heywood sat listening--with more attention than respect, for once he muttered, "Rot!" Toward the close, however, he leaned across and whispered, "The old boy reels it off rather well to-night.

Different to what one imagined." Rudolph, for his part, sat watching and listening, surprised by a new and curious thought.
A band of huddled converts sang once more, in squealing discords, with an air of sad, compulsory, and diabolic sarcasm.

A few "inquirers" slouched forward, and surrounding the tall preacher, questioned him concerning the new faith.

The last, a broad, misshapen fellow with hanging jowls, was answered sharply.