Shallow stopped every moment to laugh at his monkey, and Selfish to spring his rattle; and they looked with contempt on Wise’s ball, which he carried quietly in one hand, and his box done up in brown paper in the other. When they got home, Shallow ran in to show his monkey.

Stopping at some distance, he loaded me with abuse, and then, continuing his way at a rapid trot, I heard no more of him. ‘What a difference!’ said I, getting up; ‘last night I was fêted in the hall of a rich genius, and to-night I am knocked down and mired in a dark lane by the heel of Master Wise’s horse—I wonder who gave him that name?