“Eh, so it is; what’s the hour, gudewife?”
“It’s gone weel on to ten,” she answered, glancing at the tall old clock that stood in the corner, and reached from floor to ceiling.
“And I’se gaun to bed immediately, no to be bothered wi’ any more travellers the night,” said Andy, blowing and sipping his punch.
But Andy reckoned without his host, as many of his betters do.
Just at that moment there came a rap at the door, so low, however, that it could scarcely be heard amid the roaring of the storm.
Yet both husband and wife turned and listened.
It was repeated.
“What’s that?” asked Andy.
“There’s some one outside,” said Jenny.
The rap was reiterated.