"Very well! Mr. Elephant, we will see about that!" and he called out:
"Hi! there! Police! Police!"
Then entered Mr. Trick and Mr. Trock, dressed as Policemen.
"Policemen!" said Mr. Oldham, "here is Mr. Elephant who refuses to pay my bill!"
"Oh, very well! we will arrest you, Mr. Elephant, and take you to the Station House," said Mr. Trick.
"Yes! Off with him to the Station House!" said Mr. Trock.
At this threat I appeared to be very much agitated, and, using my trunk, I drew out of my bag a number of imitation bank notes, which I threw down on the table—and went hastily out, while Mr. Oldham performed an extravagant and burlesque dance of triumph with Mr. Trick and Mr. Trock....
This scene always delighted the public, who invariably encored me two or three times. But I felt humiliated at playing the part of a buffoon, and making a clown of myself.
I lived in this way for several years; when the receipts fell off in any city, Mr. Hardwick took us to another. We went from Calcutta to Chandernagor, from Chandernagor to Patna; then I saw Benares, Alahabad, Delhi, and other places.
I need not have been very unhappy. I had made myself respected by those who at first attempted to tease me. Mr. Oldham was proud of his pupil and loved me; Moukounj was always the same good, kind fellow who had received me; and my four friends, Miss Annie, who, I had occasionally protected from her mother's violence, Circé Nightingale, Miss Sarah Skipton, and Miss Clara Morley were always kind and spoiled me incessantly.