It was the golden key.

The man laughed to see how quickly he trotted off on his errand, returning with the bottle in a trice.
"Anything else, sir ?" he said.
"No," replied the other, "save," adding, "do not call us too early to-morrow.

We're not of the kind that rise with the sun.

Nine o'clock will answer.

And see that that wife of yours gets up the best breakfast that can be obtained." "You won't have to complain of that, sir," exclaimed the innkeeper, pompously.