Why not import a Brigade of respectable "Chiffonniers" from Paris, and let them loose on Hampstead Heath after a Bank Holiday?
TRUE FRENCH POLITENESS.
(A Conversation not entirely Imaginary in Siamese Territory.)
Scene—A Palace. Present, a swarthy Sovereign and Smiling Negociator.
Negociator. Sorry to trouble you again, your Majesty, but there are just a few supplementary matters that require settlement.
Sovereign. Why, surely your ultimatum has deprived me of everything?
Neg. Oh, dear no! For instance, you have foreign advisers.
Sov. And I presume I may act upon their advice?
Neg. Well, yes; only it will be necessary to send them back to Europe, and then stop their letters.