Hal-loa!' When he had repeated this shout a dozen times, and startled every pigeon from its slumbers, a door in one of the ruinous old buildings opened, and a rough voice demanded what was amiss now, that a man couldn't even have his sleep in quiet.
'What! Haven't you sleep enough, growler, that you're not to be knocked up for once ?' said John.
'No,' replied the voice, as the speaker yawned and shook himself.

'Not half enough.' 'I don't know how you CAN sleep, with the wind a bellowsing and roaring about you, making the tiles fly like a pack of cards,' said John; 'but no matter for that.

Wrap yourself up in something or another, and come here, for you must go as far as the Warren with me.

And look sharp about it.' Hugh, with much low growling and muttering, went back into his lair; and presently reappeared, carrying a lantern and a cudgel, and enveloped from head to foot in an old, frowzy, slouching horse-cloth.

Mr Willet received this figure at the back-door, and ushered him into the bar, while he wrapped himself in sundry greatcoats and capes, and so tied and knotted his face in shawls and handkerchiefs, that how he breathed was a mystery.
'You don't take a man out of doors at near midnight in such weather, without putting some heart into him, do you, master ?' said Hugh.
'Yes I do, sir,' returned Mr Willet.