A moment later some one came surging through the crowd, and called Aldous by name.

It was Blackton.

His thin, genial face with its little spiked moustache rose above the sea of heads about him, and as he came he grinned a welcome.
"A beastly mob!" he exclaimed, as he gripped his friend's hand.

"I'm sorry I couldn't bring my wife nearer than the back platform." Aldous turned to Joanne.

He was still half in a daze.