It was still raining, though not very hard, and I carried an umbrella and a lantern.

Climbing fences at night with a wife, a lantern, and an umbrella to take care of, is not very agreeable, but we managed to reach the house, although once or twice we had an argument in regard to the path, which seemed to be very different at night from what it was in the day-time.
Lord Edward came bounding to the gate to meet us, and I am happy to say that he knew me at once, and wagged his tail in a very sociable way.
I had the key of a side-door in my pocket, for we had thought it wise to give ourselves command of this door, and so we let ourselves in without ringing or waking Pomona.
All was quiet within, and we went upstairs with the lantern.

Everything seemed clean and in order, and it is impossible to convey any idea of the element of comfort which seemed to pervade the house, as we quietly made our way upstairs, in our wet boots and heavy, damp clothes.
The articles we wanted were in a closet, and while I was making a bundle of them, Euphemia went to look for Pomona.

She soon returned, walking softly.
"She's sound asleep," said she, "and I didn't think there was any need of waking her.

We'll send word by John that we've been here.