“Leedies an’ jintlemin,” says he, “reshume yer pleeces. There’s no call for alarum at all at all,” says he.
“What is it?” says they.
“The Royal Bingal tigyer,” says he.
That was enough for some of them.
“Here, give us back our money,” says they, “an’ let us get shut of the roarin’ baste.”
“There’s no money returned,” says he.
“Well, we won’t stay to be ate for the lucre of tuppence,” says they.
“He won’t ate ye,” says he.
“For why not?” says they.
“Beca’se he’s a studdy, responsible baste,” says he. “I tell you,” says he, “he’s the royal Bingal tigyer prisinted to the Queen by the Imperor of Chany, an’ our propriethur is now taking him home to her Majesty, an’ he’s confined wid six big goolden chains an’ a padlock.”