On stepping out into the hall a footman met him, and with a respectful salute said:
“If you please, sir, there is—a—person waiting to see you.”
“A person? Who? What sort of a person?” demanded Ran.
“A foreign-looking tall man, sir; might be a Patagonian, only he can speak English.”
“Show him in here.” And with these words Ran crossed the hall and entered a morning parlor on the same floor. Then looking back he saw that, though his footman had gone on his errand, his friends lingered in the hall.
“Come in, all of you. It is only Longman. You will all want to see him, especially will Mr. Quin.”
“I do want to see him. Yes, that is so,” assented Dandy, as they all followed Ran into the parlor, where they found quite a variety of comfortable chairs.
They were scarcely seated when Longman entered.
Ran sprang up and met him; but Dandy pushed between them, his round, bald head, as well as his face, glowing red with excitement as he demanded:
“Have you seen my Juley? Is she well and happy? Is she still in the service of the minister?”