Here and there through open windows might be seen a few gentlemen at their wine, or a lady in evening dress coming out for a gasp of fresh air on the balcony overhead; but on the pavement below, a policeman under a lamp or a lady's-maid hurrying on an errand were the only occupants, and these took no heed of the bearded man with his parcel, nor of the dirty gaudily-dressed woman who followed like his shadow.

The British policeman is a grand fellow, brave as a lion and ready to march cheerfully into the mouth of hell if duty calls.

In other words, a policeman is politeness; a veiled image of politenesssometimes impenetrably veiled.

A policeman is not merely a heavy man with a truncheon: a policeman is a machine for the smoothing and sweetening of the accidents of everyday existence.

What horrid things policemen are, to arrest a woman!

The policeman was a highly-strung man, and when he became frightened, was able to see the Woman.

These policemen are anemones, and I saw hermit crab-shells with three or four on them, and one even in the mouth of the shell.

Our policemen lose all delicacy because we forget that a policeman is only the Greek for something civilised.

A policeman, generally, is the biggest fool that London, or England, or the world produces, and has been selected on that account.