Telegrams of congratulation poured in from every quarter.

Letters snowed in on him.

Even before Wentworth could reach him enthusiastic strangers had tried to force their way into his cell.

Determined young reporters came out in gondolas, and it was all the warders and the doctor could do to protect Michael from invasion.
He sat apparently stunned in his cell, the only person unmoved.

Every servant and warder in that dreary establishment had come to offer him their congratulations.