So one morning--it was, I think, the 23d of December--I warned them fairly, fully, and with particulars, of what would happen if they disturbed me again.

Having given them this warning, can it be said that I was to blame--at least, to any considerable extent?
Christmas eve had worn into Christmas morning before the waits arrived on that fateful occasion.

I opened the window--if my memory does not deceive me--at once, and looked down at them.

I could not swear to their being the persons whom I had warned the night before.

Perhaps I should have made sure of this.