“What now?”

“ ’Tis the curiousest sight, sir! Two gentlemen, one fat and t’other small! One’s all shrivelled-looking, like a spider, while t’other⁠—”

“Resembles a hippopotamus⁠—particularly in the face?”

“Well yes, sir. He do rather. And he be wearing purple.”

“Heavens, yes! Purple, and an orange waistcoat!”

Jim peered afresh.

“So it is, sir! But how did you know?” Even as he put the question, understanding flashed into Jim’s eyes.

“I rather think that I have had the honour of meeting these gentlemen,” replied my lord placidly. “My buckle, Jim.⁠ ⁠… Is’t a prodigious great coach with wheels picked out in yellow?”