“O! I know very little about him,” was young Kennett’s answer. “I believe the governor picked him up in Paris originally, but how or where I can’t say. He’s a marvel at chess; and you remember that’s the old man’s obsession. They’re at it eternally while he’s down here.”
“This isn’t his first visit then?”
“No, I believe not; but it’s the first time I’ve seen him. I’m quoting Audrey for the chess. Why, what’s the matter? Is anything wrong with him?”
“There you go, you rabbit! Who said anything was wrong with him? I’ve met him before, that’s all.”
“Have you? Where?”
“Why, in Paris. You remember the Montesquieu, and my French Baron?”
“I remember there was a Baron. I don’t think you ever told me his name.”
“Well, it was Le Sage, and this is the man.”
“Is it? That’s rather queer.”
“What is?”