"Niggers wear no clothes, and, therefore, are more modest."
"I can quite imagine it. That thin lady over there is evidently of your opinion;" and Leah glanced at a mature damsel who wore just sufficient clothing to prevent interference by the police.
"Miss Fastine? She's a Naturopath, and is trying to revert to primitive simplicity."
"With such a figure she might stop short of the Garden of Eden," said Lady Jim, dryly. "I never heard of a Naturopath. What is it?"
"An American sect, which needs solitude to carry out its theories. The members sleep in the open, cover themselves with earth when they feel sick, and advocate the altogether."
"You are joking, Mr. Wallace."
The traveller stifled a laugh. "Upon my word, Lady James, I am in earnest. The sect really does exist. That stout man talking to Mrs. Saracen belongs to another queer lot. Calls himself an Osteopath."
"What on earth is that?"
"One who cures by vitalising the nerves."
"I am as wise as I was before. Any more freaks?"