Williams hesitated. The knock was repeated.
“Who’s there?” called out Williams.
There was an answer, but the words could not be made out.
“Who?” repeated Williams.
This time the answer was clear enough.
“It’s I, Williams! Don’t keep me standing here in the wind all night.”
“It’s Miss Elizabeth!” cried Molly; and Williams, in a kind of daze of astonishment, hastily unlocked, unbolted, and threw open the door.