We found him a man of fine appearance. He has the eye of a hawk, the nose of an eagle, the hair of a raven, and the cheek of a Colossus of Rhodes—with which he expects some day to start a museum. We informed him why we had called, and at once commenced a list of questions which we had taken the precaution to prepare.
“As a youth, sir, were you gentle, with a sweet disposition?”
“A sugar refinery, gentlemen, wasn’t a circumstance to me.”
“Were you always gay and cheerful and generous beyond measure?”
“I was.”
“Were you ever in love?”
“I decline to criminate myself.”
“Well, Schiller loved once, Goethe many times, which do you consider the most natural?”
“The latter, decidedly.”
“Were you ever jealous?”