it flew, beating against walls and chandeliers in a blind frenzy of alarm. `The window!  For heaven’s sake shut that window!’ roared the Professor from the platform, dancing and wringing his hands in an agony of apprehension.  Alas, his warning was too late!  In a moment the creature, beating and bumping along the wall like a huge moth within a gas-shade, came upon the opening, squeezed its hideous bulk through it, and was gone.  Professor Challenger fell back into his chair with his face buried in his hands, while the audience gave one long, deep sigh of relief as they realized that the incident was over.

“Then—­oh! how shall one describe what took place then—­when the full exuberance of the majority and the full reaction of the minority united to make one great wave of enthusiasm, which rolled from the back of the hall, gathering volume as it came, swept over the orchestra, submerged the platform, and carried the four heroes away upon its crest?” (Good for you, Mac!) “If the audience had done less than justice, surely it made ample amends.  Every one was on his feet.  Every one was moving, shouting, gesticulating.  A dense crowd of cheering men were round the four travelers. `Up with them! up with them!’ cried a hundred voices.  In a moment four figures shot up above the crowd.  In vain they strove to break loose.  They were held in their lofty places of honor.  It would have been hard to let them down if it had been wished, so dense was the crowd around them. `Regent Street!  Regent Street!’ sounded the voices.  There was a swirl in the packed multitude, and a slow current, bearing the four upon their shoulders, made for the door.  Out in the street the scene was extraordinary.  An assemblage of not less than a hundred thousand people was waiting.  The close-packed throng extended from the other side of the Langham Hotel to Oxford Circus.  A roar of acclamation greeted the four adventurers as they appeared, high above the heads of the people, under the vivid electric lamps outside the hall. `A procession!  A procession!’ was the cry.  In a dense phalanx, blocking the streets from side to side, the crowd set forth, taking the route of Regent Street, Pall Mall, St. James’s Street, and Piccadilly.  The whole central traffic of London was held up, and many collisions were reported between the demonstrators upon the one side and the police and taxi-cabmen upon the other.  Finally, it was not until after midnight that the four travelers were released at the entrance to Lord John Roxton’s chambers in the Albany, and that the exuberant crowd, having sung `They are Jolly Good Fellows’ in chorus, concluded their program with `God Save the King.’  So ended one of the most remarkable evenings that London has seen for a considerable time.”