Out got Cleve and reconnoitred.
"Are you quite sure?"
"Clay Parsonage—yes, sir," said the driver.
Cleve shook the little wooden gate, which was locked; so he climbed the paling, and knocked and rang loud and long at the hall-door.
The driver at last reported a light in an upper window.
Cleve went on knocking and ringing, and the head of the Rev. Isaac Dixie appeared high in the air over the window-stool.
"What do you want, pray?" challenged that suave clergyman from his sanctuary.
"It's I—Cleve Verney. Why do you go to bed at such hours? I must see you for a moment."
"Dear me! my dear, valued pupil! Who could have dreamed?—I shall be down in one moment."
"Thanks—I'll wait;" and then to the driver he said—"I shan't stay five minutes; mind, you're ready to start with me the moment I return."