He's excessively insolent--he insists on seeing you.

Shall I tell him to go ?" The servant evidently expected me to say Yes.

He was disappointed; my curiosity was roused; I said I would see the insolent stranger.
As he approached me, the man certainly did not look like a beggar.

Poor he might be, judging by his dress.

The upper part of him was clothed in an old shooting jacket of velveteen; his legs presented a pair of trousers, once black, now turning brown with age.