Drop on the doorsteps—silence—and then,
'What do you want?' cried the girl. She spoke loud,
In a voice that sounded unlike her own.
'We want Mr. Vane,' said a man, who bowed,
And uttered the words in a gentle tone.
They were very well dressed—they were not poor—
They had shining hats and cloaks wrapp'd about,
These men who stood at the happy hall-door,
Where Harry and I run in and run out.
(You want him? I want him, I might have said;