Sure enough, he began as I had expected:
"This M. de Mar down-stairs, he is a very good master, I suppose?"
"Yes," I said, without enthusiasm.
"He has always treated you well?"
I bethought myself of the trick I had played successfully with the officer of the burgess guard.
"Why, yes, I suppose so. I have only known him two days."
"But you have known him well? You have seen much of him?" he demanded with ill-concealed eagerness.
"But not so very much," I made tepid answer. "I have not been with him all the time of these two days. I have seen really very little of him."
"And you know not whether or no he be a good master?"
"Oh, pretty good. So-so."