But I saw a glitter in his eyes which I had seen often in the eyes of wild beasts, and I went out of my way to give Wallace a final warning.
He wasn't there, but directly in front of me was King Wallace, in tights, waiting for his turn to go on with his cage of performing lions.
De Ville drew his handkerchief from his pocket, made as though to mop the sweat from his face with it (it was a hot day), and at the same time walked past Wallace's back.
King Wallace was doing his turn and holding the audience spellbound.
"Finally Wallace cracked the old lion's knees with his whip and got him into position.
"And that was the end of King Wallace," he went on in his sad, low voice.