This was placarded everywhere.

We entered, or, rather, Oro did, I following him, one of the churches in the Strand where an evening service was in progress.

The preacher in the pulpit, a very able man, was holding forth upon the necessity for national repentance and self-denial; also of prayer.

In the body of the church exactly thirty-two people, most of them elderly women, were listening to him with an air of placid acceptance.
"The priest talks well, but his hearers are not many," said Oro.

"Let us go." We came to the flaunting doors of a great music-hall and passed through them, though to others this would have been impossible, for the place was filled from floor to roof.