He's a regular old leech, Padre.

Wait, then, if thou hast so much time to spare, Mahbub.

Now I'm at your service, Padre.
Where is the boy?
Oh, he's gone off to collogue with Mahbub.

Queer sort of boy.

Might I ask you to send my mare round under cover ?' He dropped into a chair which commanded a clear view of Kim and Mahbub Ali in conference beneath the tree.