"President Sunday is a terrible fellow for one's intellect, but he is not such a Barnum's freak physically as you make out.

He received me in an ordinary office, in a grey check coat, in broad daylight.

He talked to me in an ordinary way.

But I'll tell you what is a trifle creepy about Sunday.

His room is neat, his clothes are neat, everything seems in order; but he's absent-minded.