In another minute there was hardly standing room in the little hall.

My companion uttered his unlovely laugh.
"And here comes the British lion roaring for his London papers! It isn't his letters he's so keen on, if you notice, Captain Clephane; it's his _Daily Mail_, with the latest cricket, and after that the war.

Teale is an exception, of course.

He has a stack of press-cuttings every day.
You will see him gloating over them in a minute.

Ah! the old judge has got his _Sportsman_; he reads nothing else except the _Sporting Times_, and he's going back for the Leger.