"I've seen enough of them," he answered. "What do you want him to do?"
"Do!" she cried wrathfully. "I should think anybody would know that I wished it to get up and go away."
"Oh," said he, and made a remark in Hindustani to the elephant, whereat the beast gradually and deliberately proceeded to rise from the wreck of the breakfast, till he seemed to the spectators to be forty feet high. Then, in response to Scarsdale's cries of "Mail! mail!" (Go on) he turned himself about, and, after sending the teapot through the nearest window with a disdainful kick of one hind leg, he lurched down the steps of the terrace and on to the lawn, where he remained contentedly standing, gently rocking to and fro, while he meditatively removed from his person, by means of his trunk, the fragments of the feast, with which he was liberally bespattered.
Scarsdale, seeing that his lordship was in an amicable frame of mind, hastened to assist Mrs. Allingford to descend from her somewhat uneasy perch.
"St. Hubart," said Lady Melton, who, throughout this trying ordeal, had lost none of her natural dignity, "you have done me a service. I shall not forget it."
Scarsdale thought it would be difficult to forget the elephant.
"I will even forgive you," she continued, "for marrying that American."
"It was so good of you to receive my wife," he said. "I trust you are pleased with her."
"I am not pleased at all," she said sharply. "I consider her forward and disrespectful, and I am glad she is gone."
"Gone!" he exclaimed.