"No, sir; of Louisiana."
"Louisiana! Dishonest? All, sir, all. They are all as corrupt as Olympus, sir!"
"Well," said Frowenfeld, with more feeling than was called for, "there is one who, I feel sure, is pure. I know it by his face!"
The old man gave a look of stern interrogation.
"Governor Claiborne."
"Ye-e-e g-hods! Claiborne! Claiborne! Why, he is a Yankee!"
The lion glowered over the lamb like a thundercloud.
"He is a Virginian," said Frowenfeld.
"He is an American, and no American can be honest."
"You are prejudiced," exclaimed the young man.