"Michael Bloomfield, you know your business," he said, "and you have a good character. Leave your address. When I have consulted your references, you shall hear from me."The groom took out a blank card, and wrote his name and address on it. I looked over my uncle's shoulder when he received the card. Another surprise! The handwriting was simply irreproachable--the lines running perfectly straight, and every letter completely formed. As this perplexing person made his modest bow, and withdrew, the General, struck by an after-thought, called him back from the door.
"One thing more," said my uncle. "About friends and followers? Iconsider it my duty to my servants to allow them to see their relations; but I expect them to submit to certain conditions in return--""I beg your pardon, sir," the groom interposed. "I shall not give you any trouble on that score. I have no relations.""No brothers or sisters?" asked the General.
"None, sir."
"Father and mother both dead?"
"I don't know, sir."
"You don't know! What does that mean?"
