"Ha!" snaps he. "Here you are, eh?"
To my amazement.
"You know me?" he demanded.
I did not know his quality, which seemed, however, by the state
he dwelt in, by the deference he commanded from the scrawny,
brass-buttoned, ill-nourished, tragically obsequious child who
had fetched me, to be of distinction.
"Sit down," he bade me.