Mr.Balfour, in his speech, had over and over again used the name of the Deity.

"I pray God," said the pious leader of the Tory party, as he addressed the Orangemen.

When, in the imaginary speech which Mr.Asquith put into the mouth of Mr.Morley, he recurred again and again to the phrase, "I pray God," there was just the least lifting of the eyes and lowering of the voice to the sanctimonious level of the Pharisee which made this part of the speech not merely a fine piece of oratory, but a splendid bit of acting.

Mr.Balfour's appearance during this portion of Mr.Asquith's speech was pitiable.

His face, with its pallor--look of abashed pain--was tell-tale of the inner shame which he felt, as thus calmly, coldly, cruelly--with extraordinary art, and amid a tempest of cheers--he was brought by his opponent face to face with realities which lay underneath his bland and oily phrases.
[Sidenote: Another unmannerly interruption.] In the midst of the calm and stately flow of Mr.Asquith's speech, while the House, spellbound, listened in awe-struck and rapt silence, suddenly, there was a commotion, a shout, then the roar of many voices.
The whole thing came upon the House with a bewildering and dumbfounding surprise; it was as if someone had suddenly died, or some other sinister catastrophe had occurred.