'In such a state of things as that, indeed--' she simpered.
'As that!' repeated the locksmith.

'Well, that would be the state of things directly.

Even Miggs would go.

Some black tambourine-player, with a great turban on, would be bearing HER off, and, unless the tambourine-player was proof against kicking and scratching, it's my belief he'd have the worst of it.

Ha ha ha! I'd forgive the tambourine-player.