were _off_, but let's give it him hot and heavy!) I sentence you to six
years' penal servitude and to pay a fine of 100 pounds.

_J. F_. Well, its pretty much what I expected of _you_. As to the 100
pounds, don't you wish you may get it; and as to the six years--

[_Great noise_; "_Marseillaise_" _sung quite close_; _hammering on the
doors_.

_J. F_. Hark! what's that?

_J. N_. (_in a quavering voice_). Remove the prisoner!

[_Enter a_ SOCIALIST ensign _with a red flag in his hand_.

_S. E_. Remove the prisoner! Yes, that's just what I've come to do, my
lord. The Tables are Turned now!

_J. N_. (_rising and prepared to go_). Arrest that man!

_S. E_. Yes, do--if you can.

_J. F_. What does it all mean, Bill?

_S. E_. The very beginning of it, Jack. It seems we have not been
sanguine enough. The Revolution we were all looking forward to had been
going on all along, and now the last act has begun. The reactionists are
fighting, and pretty badly too, for the soldiers are beginning to
remember that they too belong to the "lower classes"--the lower
classes--hurrah! You must come along at once, Freeman; we shall want you