'Where are you going to leave us?' Nancy inquired of her brother.

'Charing Cross, or somewhere about there.'

'Keep by me till then.'

Barmby was endeavouring to secure her companionship. He began to
cross the bridge at her side, but Nancy turned and bade him attend
upon Miss. Morgan, saying that she wished to talk with her brother.
In this order they moved towards Parliament Street, where the crowd
began to thicken.

'Now let us decide upon our route,' exclaimed Barmby, with the air
of a popular leader planning a great demonstration. 'Miss. Lord, we
will be directed by your wishes. Where would you like to be when the
lighting-up begins?'

'I don't care. What does it matter? Let us go straight on and see
whatever comes in our way.'

'That's the right spirit! Let us give ourselves up to the occasion!
We can't be wrong in making for Trafalgar Square. Advance!'

They followed upon a group of reeling lads and girls, who yelled in
chorus the popular song of the day, a sentimental one as it happened--

'_Do not forget me,
Do not forget me,
Think sometimes of me still_'--