"You have expelled me as a spy." "We are all spies!" whispered Syme.
"We're all spies!" shouted Dr.Bull.

"Come and have a drink." Next morning the battalion of the reunited six marched stolidly towards the hotel in Leicester Square.
"This is more cheerful," said Dr.Bull; "we are six men going to ask one man what he means." "I think it is a bit queerer than that," said Syme.

"I think it is six men going to ask one man what they mean." They turned in silence into the Square, and though the hotel was in the opposite corner, they saw at once the little balcony and a figure that looked too big for it.

He was sitting alone with bent head, poring over a newspaper.

But all his councillors, who had come to vote him down, crossed that Square as if they were watched out of heaven by a hundred eyes.
They had disputed much upon their policy, about whether they should leave the unmasked Gogol without and begin diplomatically, or whether they should bring him in and blow up the gunpowder at once.