Men swarmed about the electric standards above the heads of their fellows.

Men rose in a long tier with their backs to the shop-fronts on the opposite side of the road.

In spite of the raw night the windows were open and the arc lights revealed a ghostly array of faces looking down on the mass below, whose faces in their turn were lit up by the more yellow glare streaming from the doors and uncurtained windows of the Town Hall.

In the lobby behind the glass doors could be seen a few figures going and coming, committee-men, journalists, officials.

A fine rain began to fall, but the crowd did not heed it.