He had his words to speak, and he spoke them.
"There is a lady at the door, Sir, who wishes to see the house." "The house is not to be seen at this time of the evening." The machine had a message to deliver, and delivered it.
"The lady desired me to present her apologies, Sir.

I was to tell you she was much pressed for time.

This was the last house on the house agent's list, and her coachman is stupid about finding his way in strange places." "Hold your tongue, and tell the lady to go to the devil!" Mr.Delamayn interfered--partly in the interests of his client, partly in the interests of propriety.
"You attach some importance, I think, to letting this house as soon as possible ?" he said.
"Of course I do!" "Is it wise--on account of a momentary annoyance--to lose an opportunity of laying your hand on a tenant ?" "Wise or not, it's an infernal nuisance to be disturbed by a stranger." "Just as you please.

I don't wish to interfere.

I only wish to say--in case you are thinking of my convenience as your guest--that it will be no nuisance to _me._" The servant impenetrably waited.