'So do we, Sir; thank you for the information,' said Lake, who nevertheless appeared strangely uneasy.
'He has had a great tour to make. It is nearly accomplished now; when it is done, he will be like me, humano major. He has seen the places which you are yet to see.'
'Nothing I should like better; particularly Italy,' said Lake.
'Yes,' said Uncle Lorne, lifting up slowly a different finger at each name in his catalogue. 'First, Lucus Mortis; then Terra Tenebrosa; next, Tartarus; after that, Terra Oblivionis; then Herebus; then Barathrum; then Gehenna, and then Stagium Ignis.'
'Of course,' acquiesced Lake, with an ugly sneer, and a mock bow.
'And to think that all the white citizens were once men and women!' murmured Uncle Lorne, with a scowl.
'Quite so,' whispered Lake.
'I know where he is,' resumed the old man, with his finger on his long chin, and looking down upon the carpet.
'It would be very convenient if you would favour us with his address,' said Stanley, with a gracious sneer.
'I know what became of him,' continued the oracle.