They blazed with the splendour of a god-like nature, needing neither meat nor strong drink to feed its power.
My mind was made up.

Between his eyes, his temperance, and his dental consonants, he certainly might be an Italian.

Being myself a native of Italy, though an American by parentage, I addressed him in the language, feeling comparatively sure of his answer.

To my surprise, and somewhat to my confusion, he answered in two words of modern Greek--"[Greek: _den enoesa_]"-- "I do not understand." He evidently supposed I was speaking a Greek dialect, and answered in the one phrase of that tongue which he knew, and not a good phrase at that.
"Pardon me," said I in English, "I believed you a countryman, and ventured to address you in my native tongue.

May I inquire whether you speak English ?" I was not a little astonished when he answered me in pure English, and with an evident command of the language.