Raymond by John Lang

One evening, when Raymond had gone to visit Julia, and his gyp was busy in his rooms getting coffee ready against his return, a grave, elderly gentleman entered, whom the servant, with that quick-wittedness peculiar to Cambridge gyps, at once conjectured to be his master's father.

"Mr Raymond, I presume, is out?" said the stranger, seating himself on the sofa; "do you know when he will be in?"