It was in vain that he stamped and raved and swore.

They only held their sides and laughed the louder.
The credit of Trojan humour was saved.

With a final oath the Admiral dashed through his front gate and into the house.

The _volgus infidum_ formed in procession again, and marched back with shouts of merriment; the _popularis aura_ of the five-and-twenty fifers resumed the "Conquering Hero," and Mr.Fogo was left standing alone in the middle of the road..