Between the bell and its dumfounded handle,
Whilst up ran Betty, out of breath and hoarse,
And thrust into his face her blown-out candle,
To recognise the author of such scandal.
Who, presto! cloak, and carpet-bag to boot,
Went stumbling, rumbling, up the dark one pair,
With other noise than his whose “very foot
Had music in’t as he came up the stair:”
And then with no more manners than a bear,
His hat upon his head, no matter how,