You will laugh, but my recollection is that you stood in some relationship to me, either that of father or brother." "Or perhaps a cousin," I suggested.
"Or perhaps a cousin," she repeated, smiling, "or a great friend; at any rate something very intimate.

As for George, I don't know what he was, or Harut either.

But the odd thing is that little yellow man, Hans, whom I only saw once living for a few minutes that I can remember, comes more clearly back to my mind than any of you.

He was a dwarf, much stouter than when I saw him the other day, but very like.

I recall him curiously dressed with feathers and holding an ivory rod, seated upon a stool at the feet of a great personage--a king, I think.