Being A Short Chapter And Not Worthy Of A Heading

Mr Headstone's attempts to catch up with the young gentleman who had demonstrated such antipathy towards the play were hindered by the movement of the people about him, who, in their various desires to greet acquaintances hailed from across the room or to gain egress from the auditorium by the least convenient exit, conspired to create a shifting mass of humanity, which - like a turbulent river - swept up everything in its path. When the pedagogue finally gained the street, the young gentleman was nowhere to be seen, which misfortune was to a degree alleviated by the fact that the same could be said of Messrs Pyke and Pluck. Taking advantage of the situation, Mr Headstone returned to his lodgings and spent the remainder of the evening emptying the lock boxes of their contents and contriving various ingenious means of secreting them in obscure nooks and crannies, much to the annoyance of Mrs Raddle, who expressed her dissatisfaction with the point of a broom handle on the ceiling of the room below, which was not entirely to the agreement of the tenant who lived there.