“Did you hear him speak?”
“I—I believe you—”
“Well—well.”
“Says he, in a mournful kind o’ way, says he,—what do you think now?”
“Really, I cannot tell.”
“Oh, but it’s ex—extraordinary, because you see that’s how—I found out your name, you see.”
“My name, Master Sheldon?”
“Yes, your name.”
“No, you don’t know it. You cannot know it.”
“N—n—not know it?”