A policeman was standing within a few feet of us, and I appealed to him.
"This person annoys us," I said, pointing him out, "by following us everywhere we go.

The young lady is carrying a jewel-case, and I have papers of some importance myself.

Will you kindly ask him to move on, or ascertain whether he is a _bona fide_ traveller ?" The young man smiled faintly.

The policeman answered me civilly, but I knew at once that I had made a mistake.
"This gentleman is well known to us, sir," he said.

"I do not think you will find him causing you any trouble." "I hope, at any rate," I said, turning away, "that we have seen the last of him." Apparently we had,--for the moment, at any rate.