ose it was he — read in a much clearer voice some message to the effect that we could proceed to elect a Speaker.
When he concluded, he and his three friends took off their hats; at which we retired, betaking ourselves to our own House through the long passage by which we had left.
I met many friends, but I have not been able to exchange twelve sensible words with any of them except Mr. Charles Darling, Q. C., M. P.,
Now Sir Charles Darling, Judge in the King's Bench Division. and Colonel Denny, M. P. All the rest appear to be in a perfect fever.
They no sooner grasp your hand and pour out congratulations than they turn away to another person, and, during their glib greetings, keep looking away to someone else.
I searched the faces on the Radical benches to see if I recognised John Burns and James J. O'Kelly.
I would not be sure of O'Kelly, because he is so different from the slim young man I knew in Madrid in 1873--twenty-three years ago.
It is too early yet to say whe