'A Colonial,' he cried. 'By Gad, you're the very man I've been praying for. Are you by any blessed chance a Free Trader?'
'I am,' said I, without the foggiest notion of what he meant.
And of course, because all Colonials are the same, no one will ever notice that he's about to pass himself off as an expert on Australia even tho his background is South African.
This story is really stupid. Oh, gawds, ... how is this a revered classic?