chairman, warming his hands at the attendant link-boy's torch.
"I wish he'd give 'em a squeeze and wake 'em," observed the long one.
"Knock again, will you, if you please," cried Mrs. Dowler from the chair. Knock two or three times, if you please."
The short man was quite willing to get the job over, as soon as possible; so he stood on the step, and gave four or five most startling double knocks, of eight or ten knocks a piece while the long man went into the road, and looked up at the windows for a light.
Nobody came. It was all as silent and dark as ever.
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Dowler. "You must knock again, if you please."
"Their ain't a bell, is there, ma'am?" said the short chairman.
"Yes, there is," interposed the link-boy, "I've been a ringing at it ever so long."
"It's only a handle," said Mrs. Dowler, "the wire's broken."
"I wish the servants' heads wos," growled the long man.
"I must trouble you to knock again, if you please," said Mrs. Dowler with the utmost politeness.
The short man did knock again several times, without producing the smallest effect. The tall man, growing very impatient, then relieved him, and kept on perpetually knocking double-knocks of two loud knocks each, like an insane postman.
At length Mr. Winkle began to dream that he was at a club, and that the members being very refractory, the chairman was obliged to hammer the table a good deal to preserve order; then, he had a confused notion of an auction room where there were no bidders, and the auctioneer was buying everything in; and ultimately he began to think it just within the bounds of possibility that somebody might be knocking at the street door. To make quite certain, however, he remained quiet in bed for ten minutes or so, and listened;
