He thought he was sitting in a sylvian glade, with an attendant nymph, where a cascade splashed over crystal rocks, and the cascade was beer--all beer.
"Ello there!" said a thick voice.

Someone was shaking the bars of the cage.

"Get up and do some thin', blarst yer eyes! What have I paid yeh for ?" continued the voice.
Tish had taken sixpence at the door, and admitted a patron without giving due warning to the exhibits.

It was a rule that the public was not to be admitted to the Museum of Marvels without proper notice being given to the company.

The precaution was necessary to obviate the chance of the Egyptian Mystic being discovered in the act of preparing onions for the stew, or engaged upon some other menial task, to the destruction of her dignity and mystery as a distinguished foreigner with supernatural powers.