"Doubtless—but you must think of another subject, with a tiger in it."
"Nothing easier. Noble Roman damsel—Colosseum—tiger about to spring—rose—"
"Just heaven! What an old story! Besides, I have not the type."
"The 'Mysteries of Dionysus,'" suggested Gouache. "Thyrsus, leopard's skin—"
"A Bacchante! Fie, Monsieur—and then, the leopard, when we only have a tiger."
"Indian princess interviewed by a man-eater—jungle—new moon—tropical vegetation—"
"You can think of nothing but subjects for a dark type," said Madame d'Aragona impatiently.
"The fact is, in countries where the tiger walks abroad, the women are generally brunettes."
"I hate facts. You who are enthusiastic, can you not help us?" She turned to Orsino.
"Am I enthusiastic?"