Jenny evidently does not imagine work under any other form than jumping through hoops.
Shortly she says again:
“Orso, will I indeed be always with you?”
“Yes, Jen, for I love you very much.”
His face brightens as he says so, and becomes almost beautiful.
And yet he does not know himself how dear to him has become this small bright head.
He has nothing else in this world but her, and he watches her as the faithful dog guards his mistress. By her fragile side he looks like Hercules, but he is unconscious of this.
“Jen,” says he after a moment, “listen to what I tell you.”
Jenny, who shortly before had got up to look at the horse, now turns and, kneeling down before Orso, puts her two elbows on his knees, crosses her arms and, resting her chin on her wrists, uplifts her face and is all attention.
At this moment, to the consternation of the children, the “artist of the whip” enters the ring in a very bad humor, because his trial with a lion had entirely failed.