Pierre.
Well, he came in the little runabout--without a groom--and asked for mamma. I naturally pretended to be going out. But you know how she always insists on my staying with her.
Julia.
And how was he was he--just the same as ever?
Pierre.
Oh, no, I wouldn't say that.
Julia.
How did he look? Tell me, tell me!
Pierre.
In the first place, he wore black gloves--like a gravedigger.