Those in front pushed back, while the shouters in the safe background urged them forward by word and gesture.
Two men holding a hundred in check! But one of the two was a prince, which makes all the difference, and will continue to make that difference, despite halfpenny journalism, until the end of the world.
"What do you want ?" cried Paul.
"Oh, I will wait!" he shouted, in the next pause.

"There is plenty of time--when you are tired of shouting." Several of them proceeded to tell him what they wanted.

An old story, too stale for repetition here.

Paul recognized in the din of many voices the tinkling arguments of the professional agitator all the world over--the cry of "Equality! Equality!" when men are obviously created unequal.
"Look out!" said Paul; "I believe they are going to make a rush." All the while the foremost men were edging toward the stairs, while the densely packed throng at the back were struggling among themselves.

In the passages behind, some were yelling and screaming with a wild intonation which Steinmetz recognized.