He was not troubled by any sense of indignity unfailing humour and a vast variety of experience preserved him from such thoughts.

As always, he threw himself into the business of the moment with conscientious gusto; he had "Saponaria" at heart, and was as anxious to advertise the new washing powder as if the profits were all his own.

At one spot where a little crowd chanced to gather about the van he delivered an address, a fervid eulogy of "Saponaria," declaring his conviction (based on private correspondence) that in a week or two it would be exclusively used in all the laundries of the Royal Family.
At one shop where he was instructed to call he found a little trap waiting, and as he entered there came out a man whom he knew by sight, evidently a traveller, who mounted the trap and drove off.

The shopkeeper was in a very disagreeable mood and returned Gammon's greeting roughly.
"Something wrong ?" asked Gammon with his wonted cheeriness.
"Saw that chap in the white 'at?
I've just told him str'ight that if he comes into this shop again I'll kick 'im.

I told him str'ight--see ?" "Did you?
I like to hear a man talk like that.