"That will be Mr. Strangers, Sir Jekyl."
"Does he sleep here to-night?"
"Yes, sir, please."
"And what's his business?"
"Oh, dear! No business, Sir Jekyl, please. He's a real gentleman, and no end of money."
"I mean, how does he amuse himself?"
"A looking after prospects, and old places, and such like, Sir Jekyl. Sometimes riding and sometimes a fly. Every day some place or other."
"Oh! pencils and paint-boxes—eh?"
"I aven't seen none, sir. I can't say how that will be."
"Well, and what is he about; where is he gone; where is he now?" demanded the Baronet.