"Are you at 'ome, sir?"
"At home? Of course,—can't you see that?"
"Yes, sir," returned the Gentleman-in-Powder, his legs growing a little agitated.
"Then why do you ask?"
"There is a—person below, sir."
"A person?"
"Yes, sir,—very much so! Got 'is foot in the door—wouldn't take it out—had to let 'em in—waiting in the 'all, sir."
"What's he like, who is he?"
"Whiskers, sir,—name of Snivels,—no card!" Here might have been observed the same agitation of the plump legs.
"Ask him to wait."