Julius looked about him, and saw the same man in the same dress, with the same health, strength, tone, tastes, habits, conversation, and pursuits, repeated infinitely in every part of the room.

The din was deafening; the enthusiasm (to an uninitiated stranger) something at once hideous and terrifying to behold.

Geoffrey had been lifted bodily on to the table, in his chair, so as to be visible to the whole room.

They sang round him, they danced round him, they cheered round him, they swore round him.

He was hailed, in maudlin terms of endearment, by grateful giants with tears in their eyes.