 Carlil and Juma waited while George the Peddler clanged the doorbell again. Just then the door opened and... Oh, come in, come in, we're expecting you. The Metropolitan, wearing his black onion-shaped hat, his long black robe and his gold cross dangling against his chest, filled the goat herds with awe. The Metropolitan was a big jolly man with laughing black eyes and a big black beard.