"Quite," I said.
"Because," he went on, "if he had been it would have been old Peterson to the life."
"He wasn't bald or clean-shaven," I said.
"You're sure he said Blank?" he inquired after another interval of profound thought.
"Absolutely," I replied.
"Tell me again what he was like. Tell me exactly. I know every one up there; I must know him."
"He was a vigorous, bulky, very tall man," I said, "with a pointed beard and a mass of grey hair under a panama; and he went to Blank every August. He had been a great traveller and knew Persia; he had been in Parliament, and one of his sons was in the siege of Mafeking."
"I don't know him," he said.
"Foreign gentleman desires English lady to correct him, during one hour every morning, from 9 to 10."—Bournemouth Daily Echo.