Good old Mr.Landor would insist on sending me round in the carriage; he thought I should not be safe from the mob; but I got down at the Crossways.

The row was evidently preconcerted by Dempster before he set out.

He made sure of succeeding.' Mr.Tryan's utterance had been getting rather louder and more rapid in the course of this speech, and he now added, in the energetic chest-voice, which, both in and out of the pulpit, alternated continually with his more silvery notes,--'But his triumph will be a short one.

If he thinks he can intimidate me by obloquy or threats, he has mistaken the man he has to deal with.

Mr.Dempster and his colleagues will find themselves checkmated after all.