'How do you do sir?' said a voice in Martin's ear
'How do you do sir?' said Martin.
It was a tall thin gentleman who spoke to him, with a carpet-cap on,
and a long loose coat of green baize, ornamented about the pockets with
black velvet.
'You air from Europe, sir?'
'I am,' said Martin.
'You air fortunate, sir.'
Martin thought so too; but he soon discovered that the gentleman and he
attached different meanings to this remark.
'You air fortunate, sir, in having an opportunity of beholding our
Elijah Pogram, sir.'
'Your Elijahpogram!' said Martin, thinking it was all one word, and a
building of some sort.
'Yes sir.'
Martin tried to look as if he understood him, but he couldn't make it
out.
'Yes, sir,' repeated the gentleman, 'our Elijah Pogram, sir, is, at this
minute, identically settin' by the engine biler.'
The gentleman under the umbrella put his right forefinger to his
eyebrow, as if he were revolving schemes of state.
'That is Elijah Pogram, is it?' said Martin.
'Yes, sir,' replied the other. 'That is Elijah Pogram.'
'Dear me!' said Martin.
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