The subject was a peculiarly difficult one, and it would have troubled any other deputy to stick to it three hours without exhausting his ammunition, because it required a vast and intimate knowledge—­detailed and particularised knowledge—­of the commercial, railroading, financial, and international banking relations existing between two great sovereignties, Hungary and the Empire.  But Dr. Lecher is President of the Board of Trade of his city of Brunn, and was master of the situation.  His speech was not formally prepared.  He had a few notes jotted down for his guidance; he had his facts in his head; his heard was in his work; and for twelve hours he stood there, undisturbed by the clamour around him, and with grace and ease and confidence poured out the riches of his mind, in closely reasoned arguments, clothed in eloquent and faultless phrasing.

He is a young man of thirty-seven.  He is tall and well-proportioned, and has cultivated and fortified his muscle by mountain-climbing.  If he were a little handsomer he would sufficiently reproduce for me the Chauncey Depew of the great New England dinner nights of some years ago; he has Depew’s charm of manner and graces of language and delivery.

There was but one way for Dr. Lecher to hold the floor—­he must stay on his legs.  If he should sit down to rest a moment, the floor would be taken from him by the enemy in the Chair.  When he had been talking three or four hours he himself proposed an adjournment, in order that he might get some rest from his wearing labours; but he limited his motion with the condition that if it was lost he should be allowed to continue his speech, and if it was carried he should have the floor at the next sitting.  Wolf was now appeased, and withdrew his own thousand-times-offered motion, and Dr. Lecher’s was voted upon—­and lost.  So he went on speaking.

By one o’clock in the morning, excitement and noise-making had tired out nearly everybody but the orator.  Gradually the seats of the Right underwent depopulation; the occupants had slipped out to the refreshment-rooms to eat and drink, or to the corridors to chat.  Some one remarked that there was no longer a quorum present, and moved a call of the House.  The Chair (Vice-President Dr. Kramarz) refused to put it to vote.  There was a small dispute over the legality of this ruling, but the Chair held its ground.

The Left remained on the battle-field to support their champion.  He went steadily on with his speech; and always it was strong, virile, felicitous, and to the point.  He was earning applause, and this enabled his party to turn that fact to account.  Now and then they applauded him a couple of minutes on a stretch, and during that time he could stop speaking and rest his voice without having the floor taken from him.

At a quarter to two a member of the Left demanded that Dr. Lecher be allowed a recess for rest, and said that the Chairman was ‘heartless.’  Dr. Lecher himself asked for ten minutes.  The Chair allowed him five.  Before the time had run out Dr. Lecher was on his feet again.