He was thinking of things to eat.
Then every one in the hall stood and shouted, and Philip found that he was expected to take his turn at speech-making.

He stood up trembling and wretched.
'Friends and fellow-citizens,' he said, 'thank you very much.

I want to be the Deliverer, but I don't know if I can,' and sat down again amid roars of applause.
Then there was music, from a grated gallery.

And then--I cannot begin to tell you how glad Lucy and Philip were--Mr.Noah said, once more in a whisper, 'Cheer up! the banquet is over.

_Now_ we'll have tea.' 'Tea' turned out to be bread and milk in a very cosy, blue-silk-lined room opening out of the banqueting-hall.