This placard, which was in English, read as follows: ACROBATIC JAPANESE TROUPE, HONOURABLE WILLIAM BATULCAR, PROPRIETOR, LAST REPRESENTATIONS, PRIOR TO THEIR DEPARTURE TO THE UNITED STATES, OF THE LONG NOSES! LONG NOSES! UNDER THE DIRECT PATRONAGE OF THE GOD TINGOU! GREAT ATTRACTION! "The United States!" said Passepartout; "that's just what I want!" He followed the clown, and soon found himself once more in the Japanese quarter.

A quarter of an hour later he stopped before a large cabin, adorned with several clusters of streamers, the exterior walls of which were designed to represent, in violent colours and without perspective, a company of jugglers.
This was the Honourable William Batulcar's establishment.

That gentleman was a sort of Barnum, the director of a troupe of mountebanks, jugglers, clowns, acrobats, equilibrists, and gymnasts, who, according to the placard, was giving his last performances before leaving the Empire of the Sun for the States of the Union.
Passepartout entered and asked for Mr.Batulcar, who straightway appeared in person.
"What do you want ?" said he to Passepartout, whom he at first took for a native.
"Would you like a servant, sir ?" asked Passepartout.
"A servant!" cried Mr.Batulcar, caressing the thick grey beard which hung from his chin.

"I already have two who are obedient and faithful, have never left me, and serve me for their nourishment and here they are," added he, holding out his two robust arms, furrowed with veins as large as the strings of a bass-viol.
"So I can be of no use to you ?" "None." "The devil! I should so like to cross the Pacific with you!" "Ah!" said the Honourable Mr.Batulcar.

"You are no more a Japanese than I am a monkey! Who are you dressed up in that way ?" "A man dresses as he can." "That's true.