Agent (aside). How wonderfully popular these thrasonical wild-beast tamers and prancing proconsul sort of fellows are—with the gallery!
Lion-Tamer (to attendant). I say, just hand me the loaded whip, and—keep the poker hot, in case of emergency——
Agent (hurriedly). Oh, here, I say; that will never do, Rhodorowdidow!
Lion-Tamer (impatiently). What do you mean?
Agent. Why, you know, loaded bludgeons and red-hot pokers read too much like—Cruelty to Animals! What would Labby and the Humanitarians say? You're none too popular already, you know, in certain quarters. Your masterful little ways and monetary success have put a good many backs up. We mustn't run any needless risks, Rhodo. Wouldn't this little toy-whip and this big bottle of (medicated) rose-water do as well?
Lion-Tamer (scornfully). Was it with Rose-water that "John Company" tamed your Indian tiger for you?
TWO WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT.
Sporting Farmer (who has been kind enough to give a mount to our friend 'Arry). "Now then! they're away. Don't you see they're gone?"