"I beg your pardon, sir," said an insinuating voice, and thereupon a body followed the head, "but could you spare me a minute? I won't keep you long sir."
"Who the devil are you?"
"My name is Pushful, sir. I think, sir, I'm a connection of yours by marriage. My sister——"
"Turn him out, De Boudoir. Oh, damn it all, this is——"
"My sister Mary, sir, married your second cousin William. 'Boodles' we used to call him, because——"
"Really, sir, I fail to see——"
"And Boodles told me to be sure and look you up."
"Tell me what you want, sir, and go."
"I thought, sir, perhaps you would see your way to get me out to South Africa, and——"
"Send in an application then. Good-day."