"I am sorry."
"Anybody could walk in from the street and march slap into this room, without being asked who he was and what his business was. And a nice idea it would give a stranger of our management."
"I am sorry. But was that all you had to say to me?"
"No. Look here," he went on grumblingly. "Bence, if you please, has asked me for an appointment."
"Will you see him?"
"Yes—I think so."
"Very good."
"Yes, I've told the little bounder I'll see him."
"Do you wish me to be present at the interview?"