And what a haughty bearing! Yes, for they reflect his glory. And how attached to him they are! And what true friends to him! What an honour to be one of their number! They look at everything as though it were theirs. Yes; they are at home here. What an honour for us! What an honour! [_And so on, and so on._] And there come the Man's Enemies! Look, look! The Man's Enemies! They crouch like whipped dogs! Yes, for the Man has tamed them. Yes, he has muzzled them. See how they droop their tails between their legs! And how they slink along! And how they jostle one another! Booh! Booh! [_General laughter._] What vulgar faces! And what greedy looks! What a cowardly bearing! What an envious air! They are afraid to look at us. Yes. They know that we have a better right than they to be here. They need frightening a little more. The Man will thank us for doing it. Booh! Booh! [_The Guests receive the Man's Enemies with renewed jeers and laughter, while the Enemies crowd nervously upon one another, and throw sharp glances to right and left._] There! They are going now! They are going now! Truly an honour of the greatest kind has been done us! Yes, they are going now! Booh! Booh! They have gone! They have gone! [_The procession disappears through a doorway to the left, and the din dies down a little. The music plays less loudly than before, and the dancers spread themselves over the floor again._] Where have they gone to? To the great dining-room, I suppose, where supper is to be served. Then we may take it that we too will be invited presently? Yes. Has not a lackey come to summon us? I think it is high time we were sent for. If supper be served much later than this, we shall all of us sleep badly. Yes, I assure you I _always_ sup early. A late supper lies so heavily on one's stomach! The music still goes on. Yes, and so do the dancers. Yet I am surprised that they have not tired of it. How rich it is! How sumptuous! [_And so on, as before._] Did you see how many covers were laid for supper? No. I had barely time to begin counting them before the butler entered the room and I had to depart. Surely we have not been forgotten? My good madam, please remember that (in his own eyes, at least) the Man is a very great personage, and that we are personages of _small_ account. No matter. My husband often asserts that it is _we_ who do _the Man_ honour by accepting his invitations--not _the Man_ who does _us_ honour by according them. We are rich ourselves, for that matter. And if one should also take into account the reputation of his wife----! Has any one seen a footman, sent to summon us to supper? Perhaps he is looking for us in one of the other rooms? How rich the Man must be! Yet wealth may be acquired without dipping one's hands into other people's pockets. Hush! Only the Man's Enemies say that. Indeed? And do they not comprise among their number men of the highest honour? My husband is one of them.