The monkey was killed, and an order made that no such animal should be kept about the palace.
When I attended the king, after my recovery, to return him thanks for his favors, he was pleased to rally me a good deal upon this adventure.
He asked me what my thoughts and speculations were while I lay in the monkey's paw.

He desired to know what I would have done upon such an occasion in my own country.

I told his majesty that in Europe we had no monkeys, except such as were brought for curiosities from other places, and so small, that I could deal with a dozen of them together if they presumed to attack me.

And as for that monstrous animal with whom I was so lately engaged (it was, indeed, as large as an elephant) if my fears had suffered me to think so far as to make use of my hanger (looking fiercely, and clapping my hand upon the hilt, as I spoke) when he poked his paw into my chamber, perhaps I should have given him such a wound as would have made him glad to withdraw it with more haste than he put it in.

This I delivered in a firm tone, like a person who was jealous lest his courage should be called in question.
However, my speech produced nothing else besides a loud laughter, which all the respect due to his majesty from those about him could not make them contain.