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 slipped money unseen into the hand of his less-favoured brother in adversity.

War is a great leveller. The wealthy classes were, in proportion, losing as much as the workers. It was only the grip of hunger that they did not feel, only the cry of starving children that did not reach their ears. For the rest, their interests were equal.

Meanwhile, from every hand rose the strident cries of the newsboys:

"'Nother great Battle! British routed at Sheffield! Extrur spe-shall!—spe'shall!"

British routed! It had been the same ominous cry the whole week through.

Was London really doomed?