“Hallo, young gallipot!—just one moment, my lad,” cried Rawton.
“Yes, sir.”
“Is your master in?”
“No.”
“Oh, then, I’ll just call and leave my card. When do you expect him to return?”
“He didn’t say when he would be back.”
“All right. I may as well call. Good night.”
“Good night, sir.”
“Oh, he’s not in; so much the better for my purpose,” said the gipsy, as he gave a gentle knock at the door, which was opened by the girl Amy.
“Do you want to see missus?” said she.