“Did you ever see such a little fool—who on earth is he?” said Peace.
“Oh, he’s a gentleman bred and born,” answered one of the bystanders.
“There cannot be a moment’s question about that.”
“Then he ought to know better.”
“He’s eccentric—a little eccentric, playful.”
“Ah.”
The crowd began to disperse, at the stern demand of the police-officer.
In ten minutes after this the little gentleman in the tourist’s suit was again at his mad pranks.
He was standing again on his head, near to the corner of Panton-street, and as a natural consequence, another crowd assembled to witness his vagaries.
The same policeman again came forward—he had by this time lost all patience with the offender.