Next morning, she'd be coming for payment in advance,
Next morning, at the striking of twelve upon the clock,
I started from my slumber, it was her double knock!
I jumped up at the summons, and leaping out of bed,
I answered, and she entered, and unto her I said,
"I'm here thro' false pretences; I understand you're dead!"
A peal of mocking laughter, the little Watteau shook,
And with her arms akimbo, an attitude she struck,
She made an accusation of drink, and with a glance