Mr.Thomas Ellis--light, brisk--walks up the floor to the clerk in front of the table.

Then the numbers are whispered to Mr.Gladstone.The winning teller always takes the paper from the clerk.
It is Mr.Marjoribanks who receives the paper, and the Government has won.

A faint cheer, then an immediate hush; we want to know the exact numbers.

Mr.Marjoribanks reads them out--a majority of thirty-one.

We have won, and we who support the Ministry, cheer; but our majority has been reduced, so the Opposition burst their throats with defiant answer.
Then, with fatuous folly, the Tories insist on another division.