I was burning with anxiety to see more.

'What is it?
What is the matter ?' The trap-door was lifted a foot or more.

The landlord thrust up his head.
'You called, did you not ?' he said.
He held up a rushlight, which illumined half the room and lit up his grinning face.
'Called--at this hour of the night, you fool ?' I answered angrily.

'No! I did not call.

Go to bed, man!' But he remained on the ladder, gaping stupidly.