“It is Owlface, sir.”
“Owlface, indeed! What! is your master in the habit of riding out at night?”
“Mr. Beckendorff rides out, sir, just when it happens to suit him.”
“It is very odd I cannot ride out when it happens to suit me! However, I will be off to-morrow; and so, if you please, show me my bed-room at once.”
“Your room is the library, sir.”
“The library! Why, there is no bed in the library.”
“We have no beds, sir; but the sofa is made up.”
“No beds! Well! it is only for one night. You are all mad, and I am as mad as you for coming here.”