He unlocked the door, and shuffled in his slippers down the stone pathway to the gate.
"Who's that ?" he asked.
"Tarling.

You know me," said a voice.
"Mr.Tarling ?" said Milburgh in surprise.

"Really this is an unexpected pleasure.

Come in, come in, gentlemen." "Open the gate," said Tarling briefly.
"Excuse me while I go and get the key," said Milburgh.

"I didn't expect visitors at this hour of the night." He went into the house, took a good look round his room, and then reappeared, taking the key from the pocket of his dressing-gown.