"It will bring Cousin Eliza.

She can't have gone to sleep yet." Harry dismounted and holding the reins of his horse over his arm, knocked loudly.

There was no reply.
"Beat harder, Harry.

She's sure to hear." Harry beat upon that door until he bruised the hilt of his sword.

At last it was thrown open violently, and a powerful woman of middle years appeared.
"I thought you Yankees had gone forever!" she exclaimed.