But it's just as well to be careful with these London ones." "Oh, lord, I never thought of that," said Sir Maurice with a shudder.
"I've been risking my life as well!" The Terror put on the gloves and lighted a lantern.

He and Erebus helped carry the cats down to the home; and he put them into hutches.
Their uncle was much impressed by the arrangement of the home.
The cats disposed of, Sir Maurice at last recovered his wonted self-possession--a self-possession as admirable as the serenity of the Terror, but not so durable.

At dinner he reduced his appreciative kinsfolk to the last exhaustion by his entertaining account of his parleying with his excited fellow travelers.

He could now view it with an impartial mind.

After dinner he accompanied the Terror to the cats' home and helped him feed the newcomers with scraps.