"But I will not have you coming here again. I will not have it, I tell you."
All right. There was no difficulty on that score. His swell friend might bring it himself. To-morrow?
"Yes, to-morrow without fail. And now go; for God's sake, go!"
He pushed his demon out of the house, promising him, to-morrow—to-morrow evening. Then he called up Annie, and vehemently asked her whether she knew the man.
"Who was the fellow?" he roughly inquired, like a gambler who plays a high trump at a critical point of the game.
She, however, did not know, and was surprised that Mr. Van Maeren should not have known him. "Had he been troublesome?"
"Yes, a beggar, a regular beggar."
"He was dressed quite like a gentleman, too."
"Be more careful for the future," said Bertie, "and let no one into the house."