William Le Queux,
The Invasion of 1910 — Book III
“ Night fell—a hot, fevered night, breathless and ominous of the storm to come. Before us, across the Thames, lay London, wrecked, broken, but not yet conquered. In an hour its streets would become, we knew, a perfect hell of shot and shell. The oil lamps in Wellington Street, opposite Somerset House, threw a weird light upon the enemy's counter-barricade, and we could distinctly see Germans moving, preparing for a defence of their position, should we dare to cross the bridge. ”
