"What do you think of Pickwick?" I asked.
"That is a large question," he replied, with some uneasiness, I thought. "But as far as my impressions go, I think he was guilty."
I passed the matter over.
"Are you familiar with American literature?" I asked.
"Somewhat," said he. "I have watched the popular books in your country, and have read some of them."
"And what books are they?" I asked.
"Well, Quo Vadis and The Prisoner of Zenda," he replied. "They are both excellent."
"I suppose you never read Conan Doyle," I put in, with some sarcasm. A man who is familiar with what is popular in American literature ought to have read Conan Doyle.
"Yes," he replied, "I have read Conan Doyle. I've read it through three times, but I think Dr. Holmes did better work than that. His Autograph on the Breakfast Table was a much better novel than Conan Doyle, and his poem, 'The Charge of the Light Brigade,' is a thing to be remembered. Still, I liked Conan Doyle," he added.