I heard Rogan say, "Commandant," and click his heels.

I stood up and saluted. I was turned around, for, unknowingly, I had gravely saluted the wall.

He spoke fairly good English:

"You quite blind?"

"Yes, quite."

"See no light—nothing, no?"

"Nothing whatever."

"Your health, vot, is your health goot—yah?"

"Very weak and shaky; I cannot sleep at night."

"Is there anything you want?"