inclined to give him the benefit of an antiquated answer that would not have been very complimentary, but he went on:—
"Where do you come from?"
"From Great Britain," I replied.
At this he smiled again in a provoking way, and said:—
"Do you seriously say so?"
It was as much as I could do to restrain myself, but prudence gained the day. I just clenched my fist, and said to myself, "You might kill the poor creature, so keep your temper, and see the fun out."
He then said, "Your Name?"
And I replied, "Kenneth Folingsby."
Here he looked me hard in the face and said, "What is your profession?"
An Artist," I replied.
"You are quite sure that all you have told me is profound truth?"
"All profound truth," I replied.
Then he said, "Advance under the charge of your guides!" and sitting down on the message
