"Mr. Thorold," said I, "do you know Mr. Davis of Mississippi?"
"Davis? No, I don't know him," he said shortly.
"You have seen him?"
"Yes, I have seen him often enough; and his wife, too."
"Do you like his looks?"
"I do not."
"He looks to me like a bad man—" I said slowly. I said it to Mr. Thorold; I would hardly have made the remark to another at West Point.
"He is about bad business—" was my companion's answer. "And yet I do not know what he is about; but I distrust the man."
"Mr. Thorold," said I, beginning cautiously, "do you want to have slavery go into the territories?"