Bella. (Entering R.) Please, sir, there’s a man wants to see you.
Horace. A what wants to what?
Bella. A man to see you, sir.
Horace. What does he want?
Bella. I don’t know, sir. He says he has a letter for you, sir.
Horace. Why didn’t he give it to you?
Bella. He wouldn’t trust it out of his hand, sir. He says he must give it to you himself.
Horace. What sort of a man?
Bella. Well, sir, he seems to think he is a respectable sort of a man, but he’s what I should call a tramp.