Startled by the sudden fear that the house might be on fire, he hastily threw the door wide open, and holding the candle above his head, stared eagerly before him, not quite certain whether what he saw was a sedan-chair or a fire-engine.

At this instant there came a violent gust of wind; the light was blown out; Mr.Winkle felt himself irresistibly impelled on to the steps; and the door blew to, with a loud crash.
'Well, young man, now you HAVE done it!' said the short chairman.
Mr.Winkle, catching sight of a lady's face at the window of the sedan, turned hastily round, plied the knocker with all his might and main, and called frantically upon the chairman to take the chair away again.
'Take it away, take it away,' cried Mr.Winkle.

'Here's somebody coming out of another house; put me into the chair.

Hide me! Do something with me!' All this time he was shivering with cold; and every time he raised his hand to the knocker, the wind took the dressing-gown in a most unpleasant manner.
'The people are coming down the crescent now.

There are ladies with 'em; cover me up with something.