“What you say, Sir Patrick.”
“Very good. May I begin by making an inquiry relating to your past life?”
“Certainly!”
“Very good again. When you were in the merchant service, did you ever have any experience in buying provisions ashore?”
Arnold stared. If any relation existed between that question and the subject in hand it was an impenetrable relation to him. He answered, in unconcealed bewilderment, “Plenty of experience, Sir.”
“I’m coming to the point,” pursued Sir Patrick. “Don’t be astonished. I’m coming to the point. What did you think of your moist sugar when you bought it at the grocer’s?”
“Think?” repeated Arnold. “Why, I thought it was moist sugar, to be sure!”
“Marry, by all means!” cried Sir Patrick. “You are one of the few men who can try that experiment with a fair chance of success.”
The suddenness of the answer fairly took away Arnold’s breath. There was something perfectly electric in the brevity of his venerable friend. He stared harder than ever.
“Don’t you understand me?” asked Sir Patrick.