“Continuez, Gustave Adolphe,” replied the old negro, with a majestic air.
Gustave Adolphe, with another bow, resumed:
“I say—where com?”
“Barbadoes,” replied Newton.
“Monsieur, il vient de Barbadoes.”
“Continuez, Gustave Adolphe,” replied his superior, with a wave of his hand.
“I say—where go?”
“Where go?” replied Newton, “go to the bottom.”
“Monsieur—il alloit au port de Bo—tom.”
“Bo—tom,” repeated the old negro. “Où diable est ça?”