"Certainly not," Sir Allan answered, yawning. "Has anyone been inquiring for me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Lady or gentleman?"
"Gentleman, sir—at least, I think so. He looks like one."
"Any name?"
"I didn't inquire, sir. I said that you were not at home; but, as he seemed very pressing, I promised to try and ascertain when you would be at liberty."
"Ask him his name," Sir Allan directed.
The man withdrew, and returned in a moment or two looking a little puzzled.
"His name is Brown, sir—Mr. Bernard Brown."
Sir Allan was seldom clumsy in little things, but at that moment he dropped the book which he had been reading upon the floor. The servant hastened toward it, but Sir Allan waved him away. He preferred to pick it up himself.