"The fact is, sir, I've got something on my mind."
"Is it possible? My good Mr. Gibb, do I ever allow anything to stop on my mind? Get it off!"
"It's easy to talk, sir, but I don't seem as though I can."
"Perhaps it would do your mind good to tell me what's on it; I have known that prescription work a cure. Give your mind its head, Mr. Gibb, let her go."
Mr. Gibb hesitated; he was trying to find fitting words in which to express what he had to say.
"It's like this, sir; I know somebody who very much wants to find the means of earning a living."
"Not an uncommon character, Mr. Gibb. I suppose there are the usual requirements, large salary wanted, and very little work."
"Not at all, sir, not in this case. The person to whom I'm alluding would be only too glad to do any amount of work, for very little wages."
"That is unusual; I fear an effort has been made to impose upon your innocence. Who's the gentleman?"
"It's not a gentleman, sir, it's a lady."