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Mr
.
Brooke
himself
was
not
in
a
position
to
be
quickly
conscious
of
anything
except
a
general
slipping
away
of
ideas
within
himself
:
he
had
even
a
little
singing
in
the
ears
,
and
he
was
the
only
person
who
had
not
yet
taken
distinct
account
of
the
echo
or
discerned
the
image
of
himself
.
Few
things
hold
the
perceptions
more
thoroughly
captive
than
anxiety
about
what
we
have
got
to
say
.
Mr
.
Brooke
heard
the
laughter
;
but
he
had
expected
some
Tory
efforts
at
disturbance
,
and
he
was
at
this
moment
additionally
excited
by
the
tickling
,
stinging
sense
that
his
lost
exordium
was
coming
back
to
fetch
him
from
the
Baltic
.
"
That
reminds
me
,
"
he
went
on
,
thrusting
a
hand
into
his
side
-
pocket
,
with
an
easy
air
,
"
if
I
wanted
a
precedent
,
you
know
—
but
we
never
want
a
precedent
for
the
right
thing
—
but
there
is
Chatham
,
now
;
I
can
’
t
say
I
should
have
supported
Chatham
,
or
Pitt
,
the
younger
Pitt
—
he
was
not
a
man
of
ideas
,
and
we
want
ideas
,
you
know
.
"
"
Blast
your
ideas
!
we
want
the
Bill
,
"
said
a
loud
rough
voice
from
the
crowd
below
.
Immediately
the
invisible
Punch
,
who
had
hitherto
followed
Mr
.
Brooke
,
repeated
,
"
Blast
your
ideas
!
we
want
the
Bill
.
"
The
laugh
was
louder
than
ever
,
and
for
the
first
time
Mr
.
Brooke
being
himself
silent
,
heard
distinctly
the
mocking
echo
.
But
it
seemed
to
ridicule
his
interrupter
,
and
in
that
light
was
encouraging
;
so
he
replied
with
amenity
—
"
There
is
something
in
what
you
say
,
my
good
friend
,
and
what
do
we
meet
for
but
to
speak
our
minds
—
freedom
of
opinion
,
freedom
of
the
press
,
liberty
—
that
kind
of
thing
?
The
Bill
,
now
—
you
shall
have
the
Bill
"
—
here
Mr
.
Brooke
paused
a
moment
to
fix
on
his
eye
-
glass
and
take
the
paper
from
his
breast
-
pocket
,
with
a
sense
of
being
practical
and
coming
to
particulars
.
The
invisible
Punch
followed
:
—
"
You
shall
have
the
Bill
,
Mr
.
Brooke
,
per
electioneering
contest
,
and
a
seat
outside
Parliament
as
delivered
,
five
thousand
pounds
,
seven
shillings
,
and
fourpence
.
"
Mr
.
Brooke
,
amid
the
roars
of
laughter
,
turned
red
,
let
his
eye
-
glass
fall
,
and
looking
about
him
confusedly
,
saw
the
image
of
himself
,
which
had
come
nearer
.
The
next
moment
he
saw
it
dolorously
bespattered
with
eggs
.
His
spirit
rose
a
little
,
and
his
voice
too
.
"
Buffoonery
,
tricks
,
ridicule
the
test
of
truth
—
all
that
is
very
well
"
—
here
an
unpleasant
egg
broke
on
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
shoulder
,
as
the
echo
said
,
"
All
that
is
very
well
;
"
then
came
a
hail
of
eggs
,
chiefly
aimed
at
the
image
,
but
occasionally
hitting
the
original
,
as
if
by
chance
.
There
was
a
stream
of
new
men
pushing
among
the
crowd
;
whistles
,
yells
,
bellowings
,
and
fifes
made
all
the
greater
hubbub
because
there
was
shouting
and
struggling
to
put
them
down
.
No
voice
would
have
had
wing
enough
to
rise
above
the
uproar
,
and
Mr
.
Brooke
,
disagreeably
anointed
,
stood
his
ground
no
longer
.
The
frustration
would
have
been
less
exasperating
if
it
had
been
less
gamesome
and
boyish
:
a
serious
assault
of
which
the
newspaper
reporter
"
can
aver
that
it
endangered
the
learned
gentleman
’
s
ribs
,
"
or
can
respectfully
bear
witness
to
"
the
soles
of
that
gentleman
’
s
boots
having
been
visible
above
the
railing
,
"
has
perhaps
more
consolations
attached
to
it
.
