He called out for it, and, at once, there was a rush from the Treasury Bench to the lobby outside.
But, before this could be done, the very pleasant little episode to which I have alluded took place.

There stood opposite Mr.Jackson, the late Chief Secretary, an untouched glass of water.

When he heard the cry of the Old Man, Mr.Jackson--who has plenty of Yorkshire kindliness, as well as Yorkshire bluffness--at once took up the glass that stood before him, and handed it across the table.

With a bow, and a delighted and delightful smile, the Old Man took the glass, and drank almost greedily.

And then, turning to his opponents, he said, "I wish the right hon.