The brogue is gone, but the love of the marvellous is there still.

Isaacs related the experience of "a man he knew," who had been pulled off his elephant, howdah and all, and had killed the tiger with a revolver at half arm's length.
"Ah yes," said the little collector, who had not caught the names of all the party when introduced, "I read about it at the time; I remember it very well.

It happened in Purneah two years ago.

The gentleman was a Mr.
Isaacs of Delhi.

Queer name too--remember perfectly." There was a roar of laughter at this, in which the collector joined vociferously on being informed that the man with the "queer name" was his neighbour at table.
"You see what you get for your modesty," cried old Ghyrkins, laughing to convulsions.
"And is it really true, Mr.Isaacs ?" asked Miss Westonhaugh, looking admiringly across at the young man, who seemed rather annoyed.
And so the conversation went round and all were merry, and some were sleepy after dinner, and we sat in long chairs under the awning or _connat_.