He seemed to be staggered at my words.
"Do you know him?" he asked.
"Yes; I have seen him, and spoken with him."
"What! Seen Mr. Roger!"
"Yes."
New life seemed to come into his withered, aged form, a new interest came into his aged face.
"Seen him! When, oh when did you see Mr. Roger?"
"I have been with him to-day."
Still the simple old man did not catch my meaning. He evidently could not think that I was Roger.
"Where did you see him? Is he coming home?" he asked anxiously.