Even the London blackguard stood awed and quiet in the presence of the national calamity.

Even the irrepressible man with the apron, who always turns up to sell nuts and sweetmeats in a crowd, plied his trade in silence, and found few indeed (to the credit of the nation be it spoken) who had the heart to crack a nut at such a time as this.

The police were on the spot, in large numbers, and in mute sympathy with the people, touching to see.

Julius, on being stopped at the door, mentioned his name--and received an ovation.

His brother! oh, heavens, his brother! The people closed round him, the people shook hands with him, the people invoked blessings on his head.