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Lawrence is not one for disguising his incredulity, it seems.  He looks both, Stella. and Caspar, up and down, as though they are notorious figures in a wax museum.  He can't believe his eyes. "Caspar", he says, Just how old are you?" He doesn't answer at first.  His face is a gleaming afterglow of joy, but his eyes carefully measure Laurence's face, as though he is about to perform cosmetic surgery on him, then he says, "I am by far the oldest one here." "You can't be more than twenty." "I did tell you on the phone this morning", I start saying to lawrence, but Stella cuts me off. "Caspar comes from a race of beings that is quite different from mortal humans.  But he has just lost his immortality.  Punishment by my father for insubordination..."