_Mr. Moul_ (_to_ Mrs. MOUL, _as they halt before a darkened
interior representing a coolie sleeping in an Indian hut, which a
leopard is stealthily entering_). Ah, now I do call that something
_like!_ Lovely! _ain't_ it?
_Mrs. Moul._ It's beautiful. 'Ow ever they can _do_ it all! (_After a
pause_.) Why, I do believe there's a _animal_ of some sort up at the
further end! Can you see him, SAMSON?
_Mr. Moul._ A animal! where? Ah, I can make out somethink now. (_With
pleased surprise._) And look--there's a man layin' down right in
front--do you see?
_Mrs. Moul._ Well, I never! so there is! To think o' _that_ now. They
_'ave_ got it up nice, I will say that.
[_They pass out, pleased with their own powers of observation._