Sewis left the room.

Presently the squire descended, fully clad, and breathing sharply from his nostrils.

Servants were warned off out of hearing; none but Sewis stood by.
The squire himself unbolted the door, and threw it open to the limit of the chain.
'Who's there ?' he demanded.
A response followed promptly from outside: 'I take you to be Mr.Harry Lepel Beltham.

Correct me if I err.

Accept my apologies for disturbing you at a late hour of the night, I pray.' 'Your name ?' 'Is plain Augustus Fitz-George Roy Richmond at this moment, Mr.Beltham.
You will recognize me better by opening your door entirely: voices are deceptive.