by
sending his men. These things were exactly what his partner said. He,
too, had done the best he could, in sending his men. He, too, found it
impossible to leave his family. In the dusk of the evening, when the
first stones had begun to fly, the carriage which was heard, in the
intervals of the crashes, to roll by, contained Mrs Rowland and her
children, and some one else. It may easily be imagined that it was made
impossible to Mr Rowland to leave his family, to go to the assistance
of the people in the corner-house.

A fresh shout soon announced some new device. A kind of procession
appeared to be advancing up the street, and some notes of rude music
were heard. A party was bringing an effigy of Mr Hope to burn on the
pile. There was the odious thing--plain enough in the light of the
fire--with the halter round its neck, a knife in the right hand, and a
phial--a real phial out of Hope's own surgery, in the left!

"This is too bad to be borne," cried Enderby; while Hope, who had come
up to see what others were seeing, laughed heartily at the
representative of himself. "This is not to be endured. Morris, quick!
Fetch me half a dozen candles!"

"Candles, sir?"

"Yes, candles. I will put this rabble to flight. I wish I had thought
of it before."

"Oh, Philip!" said Margaret, apprehensively.

"Fear nothing, Margaret. I am going to do something most eminently
safe, as you will see."

He would not let any one go with him but Charles and Morris. It was
some minutes before any effect from his absence was perceived; but, at
length, just when the effigy had been sufficiently insulted, and was
about to be cast into the flames, and Hester had begged her husband not
to laugh at it any more, a roar of anguish and terror was heard from the
crowd, which began to disperse in all directions. The ladies ventured
to lean out of the window, to see what was the cause of the uproar.
They understood it in a moment. Mr Enderby had possessed himself of
the skeleton which hung in the mahogany case in the waiting-room, had
lighted it up behind the eyes and the ribs, and was carrying it aloft
before him, approaching round the corner, and thus confronting the
effigy. The spectre moved steadily on, while the people fled. It made
straight for Sir William Hunter, who now seemed for the first time
disposed to shift his place. He did so with as much slowness and
dignity as were compatible with the urgency of the circumstanc