Hugo fancied that this would be sufficient to put the intruder to flight, but he was mistaken.
"Who told you I had no business here?" he asked.
"Don't be impertinent! A man like you can have no business here unless you wish to obtain a position as laborer, and we have no vacancy of that kind."
The intruder held out his hands and said, quietly: "Do them look like the hands of a laborer?"
Hugo glanced at them. They were as white and unsoiled by any of the outward evidences of manual labor as his own. Yet the man was shabbily dressed, and looked poor. Be that as it might, he had never been accustomed to labor with his hands.
"No," answered Hugo, "but that isn't in your favor. However, I have no further time to waste with you. Leave these grounds at once."
"Not until I have had some further conversation with you, Mr. Hugo Richmond," said the visitor, regarding Hugo fixedly.
"Who are you?" demanded Hugo, abruptly. "You know my name, it seems. Have I ever known you?"
"Yes."