"Mr. Robert," old Mr. Heseltine said, putting his head in at Robert's door, "there's a Mr. Lange in the office to see you. He—"
Robert, who was busy, and not expecting angels of the Lord, and quite used to strangers turning up in the office and wanting to see him, said: "What does he want? I'm busy."
"He didn't say. He just said he would like to see you if you were not too busy."
"Well, I'm scandalously busy. Find out tactfully what he wants, will you? If it is nothing important Nevil can deal with it."
"Yes, I'll find out; but his English is very thick, and he doesn't seem very willing to—"
"English? You mean, he has a lisp?"
"No, I mean his pronunciation of English isn't very good. He—"
"The man's a foreigner, you mean?"
"Yes. He comes from Copenhagen."
"Copenhagen! Why didn't you tell me that before!"