And at last, when even the other three who were walking about were beginning to feel rather chilly, we saw Lord Tottenham's big black cloak coming along, flapping in the wind like a great bird.

So we said to Alice-- 'Hist! he approaches.

You'll know when to set Pincher on by hearing Lord Tottenham talking to himself--he always does while he is taking off his collar.' Then we three walked slowly away whistling to show we were not thinking of anything.

Our lips were rather cold, but we managed to do it.
Lord Tottenham came striding along, talking to himself.

People call him the mad Protectionist.