He called several times, and clapped his hands, and a girl appeared.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Something to drink. A bottle of beer.”
“I will call Uncle Chinaman.”
The girl went out, and soon after a thick, chubby man came in, with a bottle of beer in his hand, the label of which he showed to Cæsar, asking him if that was what he wanted.
“Yes, sir; that will do very well.”
The man opened the bottle with his corkscrew, put it on the table, and as he seemed to have a desire to enter into conversation, Cæsar asked him:
“Why did the girl tell me that Uncle Chinaman would come? Who is the Chinaman?”
“The Chinaman, or Uncle Chinaman, as you like; I am.”
“My dear man!”