“That’s all very well, but I tell you I must see Mr. Trelawny!  What is the use of your saying I can’t, when I tell you I must.  You put me off, and off, and off!  I came here at nine; you said then that he was not up, and that as he was not well he could not be disturbed.  I came at twelve; and you told me again he was not up.  I asked then to see any of his household; you told me that Miss Trelawny was not up.  Now I come again at three, and you tell me he is still in bed, and is not awake yet.  Where is Miss Trelawny?  ’She is occupied and must not be disturbed!’ Well, she must be disturbed!  Or some one must.  I am here about Mr. Trelawny’s special business; and I have come from a place where servants always begin by saying No.  ‘No’ isn’t good enough for me this time!  I’ve had three years of it, waiting outside doors and tents when it took longer to get in than it did into the tombs; and then you would think, too, the men inside were as dead as the mummies.  I’ve had about enough of it, I tell you.  And when I come home, and find the door of the man I’ve been working for barred, in just the same way and with the same old answers, it stirs me up the wrong way.  Did Mr. Trelawny leave orders that he would not see me when I should come?”

He paused and excitedly mopped his forehead.  The servant answered very respectfully: 

“I am very sorry, sir, if in doing my duty I have given any offence.  But I have my orders, and must obey them.  If you would like to leave any message, I will give it to Miss Trelawny; and if you will leave your address, she can communicate with you if she wishes.”  The answer came in such a way that it was easy to see that the speaker was a kind-hearted man, and a just one.

“My good fellow, I have no fault to find with you personally; and I am sorry if I have hurt your feelings.  I must be just, even if I am angry.  But it is enough to anger any man to find himself in the position I am.  Time is pressing.  There is not an hour—­not a minute—­to lose!  And yet here I am, kicking my heels for six hours; knowing all the time that your master will be a hundred times angrier than I am, when he hears how the time has been fooled away.  He would rather be waked out of a thousand sleeps than not see me just at present—­and before it is too late.  My God! it’s simply dreadful, after all I’ve gone through, to have my work spoiled at the last and be foiled in the very doorway by a stupid flunkey!  Is there no one with sense in the house; or with authority, even if he hasn’t got sense?  I could mighty soon convince him that your master must be awakened; even if he sleeps like the Seven Sleepers—­”

There was no mistaking the man’s sincerity, or the urgency and importance of his business; from his point of view at any rate.  I stepped forward.

“Morris,” I said, “you had better tell Miss Trelawny that this gentleman wants to see her particularly.  If she is busy, ask Mrs. Grant to tell her.”