better able than most drunken men to steady himself, and showing in his face none of those outward signs of intoxication by which drunkenness is generally made apparent.  But he had forgotten in his audacity that words are needed for the making of a speech, and now he had not a word at his command.  He stumbled forward, recovered himself, then looked once more round the House with a glance of anger, and after that toppled headlong over the shoulders of Mr Beauchamp Beauclerk, who was sitting in front of him.

He might have wrapped his toga around him better perhaps had he remained at home, but if to have himself talked about was his only object, he could hardly have taken a surer course.  The scene, as it occurred, was one very likely to be remembered when the performer should have been carried away...