“‘Robert Snowflake,’ I answered.
“Off he started scribbling again.
“‘He is an African gentleman, aged seventy, the same old man who opened the door for you,’ I added.
“Again his hand was arrested, and he inquired, half angrily:
“‘Well, is there any one else in the house?’
“‘Yes,’ I said—‘there is Sydney Fielding.’
“‘Well, before I take that name down I must be sure that he is not lost at sea.’
“‘No,’ I answered.
“‘Nor serving with General Hooker?’
“‘No.’