"And who is he?"
"A carpenter. They are all carpenters in this street."
"Can he be seen?"
"Impossible now, he is asleep."
"And cannot I go into the house?"
"No; go your way."
"Well, and can I see your master a little later?"
"Why not? Certainly. He can always be seen…. That's his business as a dealer. Only, go your way now. See how early it is."
"Well, and how about that negro?" I suddenly asked.
The labourer stared in amazement, first at me, then at the maid-servant.