The visitor took in her agitation directly.
“Sort of body who will try to screen him,” he said to himself.
“What is the meaning of this intrusion?” said Claude, trying to be calm.
“Business, ma’am. Sorry to trouble you. Where’s Mr Glyddyr?”
“Mr Glyddyr is out.”
The man smiled pityingly.
“You will excuse me, ma’am—Mrs Glyddyr?”
“Yes; I’m Mrs Glyddyr.”
“Servant did not say he was out. Too ill to go out. Where is he, please? You see I know.”
“I told you Mr Glyddyr was out. What do you want?”