“Very well,” said my uncle. “I infer that we are not in Germany.”

He put the same question in English.

We got no forwarder. I was a good deal puzzled.

“Is the child dumb?” cried the Professor, who, proud of his knowledge of many languages, now tried French: “ Comment appelle t’on cette montagne, mon enfant? ”

Silence still.

“Now let us try Italian,” said my uncle; and he said:

“ Dove noi siamo? ”

“Yes, where are we?” I impatiently repeated.

But there was no answer still.