"The other day. Didn't they tell you about it?"
"No, sir."
When Mr. Mole addressed his pupil as "sir," young Jack knew pretty well that he thought he was being humbugged.
There is an old saying—"Jack was as good as his master."
Putting on a look of injured innocence, he called his comrade Harry to corroborate what he had said.
"That's quite true, Mr. Mole."
"That Mr. Jefferson went with Mr. Harkaway and Harvey to see a necromancer?"
"Yes."
"Preposterous!" quoth Mr. Mole. "Why, whatever is the world coming to next? We shall have them spirit-rapping and table-turning and such-like muck, I suppose."
Jack looked serious.