He did not.

"With business matters, Mr. McKay, business-related matters," he replied with a short shake of his head.

"Well, after what I saw yesterday, I hope you can forgive me for reaching such a conclusion," I sighed.

Samuel merely waved me off. "Think nothing of it. Now, though I am confident that she will remember to eat, I do not wish to tarry too long, for it isn't a very large dog-dish." I gave him a discomforted and distraught look, and he smiled and laughed, and clapped my shoulder once more. "I'm joking, Mr. McKay! Oh Lord, you take things so seriously." I merely grunted at him and sipped at my beer. Chuckling into his own, we then moved to speaking about how the Colored folks find Madosin, and how Madosin finds them.

Quickly though, I found myself part of a collective discussion in the pub, with points being brought up from all sorts of peoples. Some saying for hopeful Immigrants who wished for a new life, to come into the New Continent via Madosin, purely for the ease and patience and teaching of the lingua franca. Some praise Mr. Gottlieb's rule concerning Silence and Security, claiming that Madosin has become a Safe Haven for those who wish to be liberated from their Old Way of Life. With regards to Racial Inequality, there is an acknowledgement that is does exist, at least in the form of personal bias, not something written into law or practice. But the Madosinites said that holding on to any sort of grudge, on nothing but the basis of Skin instead of Character, wastes nothing but time and energy, that could be put to better use. And apparently, they say this of being the most utmost importance, that with such a collection of peoples, there also comes a collection of Holy-days and festivals, which frees everyone from their employers' clutches for the duration.

The pub rang out with boisterous laughter and I found my voice in the chorus as well.