"Ah! Yes.

I will explain my business, by your leave." "Do you wish to come in ?" "Yes," he replied; "I wish to come in, master." I had asked him the question inhospitably enough, for I resented the sort of bright and gratified recognition that still shone in his face.
I resented it, because it seemed to imply that he expected me to respond to it.

But I took him into the room I had just left, and, having set the lamp on the table, asked him as civilly as I could to explain himself.
He looked about him with the strangest air,--an air of wondering pleasure, as if he had some part in the things he admired,--and he pulled off a rough outer coat, and his hat.

Then, I saw that his head was furrowed and bald, and that the long iron-gray hair grew only on its sides.

But, I saw nothing that in the least explained him.