Have you an appointment ?" "No.

I am quite a stranger," she said.

"I only wish to tell Mr.Bulteel of the death of some one he knows." The clerk glanced at her and seemed dubious.
"Mr.Bulteel is very busy," he began--"and unless you have an appointment----" "Oh, please let me see him!" And Mary's eyes almost filled with tears.
"See!"-- and she held up before him the packet she carried.

"I've travelled all the way from Weircombe, in Somerset, to bring him this from his dead friend, and I promised to give it to him myself.

Please, please do not turn me away!" The clerk stared hard at the superscription on the packet, as he well might.