"I have, sir, six already."
"Send another then, and I'll consider it."
"Thank you, sir, and you will——"
"Oh yes, yes. Good-day, and De Boudoir," as the door closed behind the visitor, "when that application comes, put it where the others go, in the basket; d'ye understand?"
"Very good, sir, anything more?"
"No. Yes, there is. Do you know a Captain Graeme, 1st Lancers? I thought I saw him the other day."
"Yes, sir; he's here on two months' leave. She's been in Chillata since April, living at Dilkhusha, the house the Pennants had last year."
"If you see him to-day, will you tell him I want him? If you don't, send a note."
"Very well, sir. I'll get my pony, and go there now."
"No, you won't; you'll stay where I can get at you, in your office. Go this afternoon if you like, till then work. That will do, thank you," upon which De Boudoir sorrowfully withdrew, cursing the fate that had placed him here, instead of with his friends in the Intelligence Department.