His hair was kempt, and the rents in his garments were mended; there was a peep of ruffle at his wrists, and his stockings, which had ever lagged down at his heels, now held up bravely by the buckle at his knee.

More than that, he looked scared and jaded, like a man undergoing some penance, and doubtful what will be wanted of him next.
But when he saw me his face grew black, and without a word he flung-to the door in my face.

I was so taken aback, that I was minded to laugh and suppose the good man to have lost his wits.

But when I came to knock again, and no answer, then the jest went out of the business.
What had happened?
I walked round the house, hoping to meet someone, but not a soul could I see.

Then I tried the door again, but with the same luck as before.