He turned into the crowd.
'Let me go about My Father's business.'
They remained where they were, and let Him go.
But He had not gone far before He was perceived of others. It was told how He had performed another miracle by holding back the people at the Mansion House. Among the common sort there was at once a desire to see a further illustration of His powers. Throughout the afternoon they pressed upon Him more or less, sometimes fading away at the bidding of the police, sometimes swelling to an unwieldy throng. For the most part they pursued Him with shouts and cries.
'Do something--go on! Show us a miracle! Stop us from coming any further! Let's see how you do it!'
As the evening came He found Himself in a certain street in Islington where were private houses. The people pressed still closer; their cries grew louder, their importunity increasing because He gave them no heed. The police continually urged Him to call a cab and so escape. But He asked:
'Where shall I go? In what place shall I hide? How shall I do My Father's business if I seek a burrow beneath the ground?'
The constable replied:
'That's no affair of ours. You can see for yourself that this sort of thing can't be allowed to go on. If it does, I shouldn't be surprised if we had to look you up for your own protection. They'll do you a mischief if you don't look out.'
'What have I done to them, save healing those that were sick?'