I'm at home to the devil himself." "Very good, sir," said Marigold.
An hour or two afterwards the door was thrown open and there stood on the threshold the most amazing apparition that ever sought admittance into a gentleman's library; an apparition, however, very familiar during these days to English eyes.

From the shapeless Tam-o'-Shanter to the huge boots it was caked in mud.

Over a filthy sheepskin were slung all kinds of paraphernalia, covered with dirty canvas which made it look a thing of mighty bulges among which a rifle was poked away.

It wore a kilt covered by a khaki apron.

It also had a dirty and unshaven face.