He drank, doubtless eying the buffaloes speculatively; some other time.

Then he, too, sat on his haunches and washed his face, but with infinite gracefulness.
It occurred to the watcher that, familiar as she was with the habits of wild beasts, never had she witnessed a tiger or a lion enact this domestic scene.

Either they were always pacing their cages, gazing far over the heads of those who watched them, or they slept.

Even when they finished a meal of raw meat they merely licked their chops; there was no toilet.
Here, however, was an elaborate toilet.

The great cat licked his paws, drew them across his face; then licked his beautiful sides, purring; for the night was so still and the beast was so near that she could see him quite plainly.