without even raising your back. You're as pleasant and as banal as a
public garden.

TOBY-DOG Don't you believe it, you ill-bred cat! You think you know
everything and you don't understand simple politeness. Frankly now,
would you have me snarl at His or Her friends' heels,--well-dressed
people who know my name (lots of people _I_ don't know know my name) and
good-naturedly pull my ears?

KIKI-THE-DEMURE

I hate new faces.

TOBY-DOG

I don't love them either--whatever you say. I love--Her and Him.

KIKI-THE-DEMURE

And I, Him--and Her.

TOBY-DOG

Oh, I guessed _your_ preference long ago. There's a sort of secret
understanding between you two--

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_smiling mysteriously and abandoning himself to his
reverie_)

An understanding, yes--secret and profound. He rarely speaks but makes a