A cry of dismay answered his move, followed by a tremendous commotion and swishing of linen.
"I'm coming in, sir," said Jack, struggling between agitation and laughter.

It was obvious from the sounds that the clergyman had got into bed again, wet, and as God made him.

There was no answer, and Jack pushed the door wider and went in.
It was as he had thought.

His unwilling host had climbed back into bed as hastily as possible, and the bed-clothes, wildly disordered, were gathered round his person.

A face, with wet hair, looking very odd and childlike without his glasses, regarded him with the look of one who sees sacrilege done.