and I and the inhabitants of the village, not personally interested in goat-catching, assumed the rôle of audience and cheered it to the echo. While engaged in shouting "Encore" to the third round, I received a considerable shock by hearing a well-modulated evidently educated voice saying in most perfect English:
"Most diverting spectacle, madam, is it not?"
Now you do not expect to hear things called "diverting spectacles" on the Rembwé; so I turned round and saw standing on the bank against which our canoe was moored, what appeared to me to be an English gentleman who had from some misfortune gone black all over and lost his trousers and been compelled to replace them with a highly ornamental table-cloth. The rest of his wardrobe was in exquisite condition, with the usual white jean coat, white shirt and collar, very neat tie, and felt hat affected by white gentlemen out here. Taking a large and powerful cigar from his lips with one hand, he raised his hat gracefully with the other and said:
"Pray excuse me, madam."
I said, "Oh, please go on smoking."
"May I?" he said, offering me a cigar-case.
"Oh, no thank you," I replied.
"Many ladies do now," he said, and asked me whether I "preferred Liverpool, London, or Paris."
I said, "Paris; but there were nice things in both the other cities."
"Indeed that is so," he said; "they have got many very decent works of art in the St. George's Hall."
I agreed, but said I thought the National Gallery preferable because there you got such fine representative series of works of the early Italian schools. I felt I had got to rise to this man whoever he was, somehow, and having regained my nerve, I was coming up hand over hand to the level of his culture when Obanjo and the crew arrived, carrying goats. Obanjo dropped his goat summarily into the hold, and took off his hat with his very best bow to my new acquaintance, who acknowledged the salute with a delicious air of condescension.
"Introduce me," said the gentleman.
"I cannot," said Obanjo.
