The fellow burst out laughing.
"Open the door at this time of night?" he cried; "you're crazy." And he turned on his heel.
"Stop!" said she, holding him fast; "my father is sick, and sent me to fetch the doctor."
"Very well, there are plenty of doctors here. There's one not ten steps away; there's another in Grasshopper Street; and still a third at the corner of Thieves' Lane."
"But my father has no faith in any but his own physician, who lives in another district."
"Go home and to sleep!" said the man. "That's all a lie; but you can't fool me. Good night!"
He was about to close the door of his hut.
"Let me pass," cried Omiti, in despair, "and I swear you shall be paid beyond your utmost hopes."
"You have money, then?" said, the keeper, turning quickly back.
Omiti recollected that she had a few kobangs in her sash, and said, "Yes."