“Where did you meet him?”
“Where? Let me see. I’ve almost forgotten, it’s been so long. In London, I guess.”
“How did he happen to make such an impression on you that you have to use a dictionary of jawbreakers to explain it?”
“That’s an anthropocomical question, my boy, and requires an answer that I do not wish to give at present.”
The man was becoming facetiously mysterious again, and Guy grew impatient.
“I suppose next you’ll be advising me to avoid him,” suggested the latter.
“Not at all. On the contrary, I’d be sorry to produce such an effect. He won’t do you any harm.”
“Then he isn’t a bad man?”
“Is there any reason why you should think so?”
“No, I guess not.”