You see, my mother is dead and also his father, and as we aren't really related at all, I cannot expect that he would come to see me very often.

Last night, though, quite late--long after I had gone to bed--he rang the bell here.

I was frightened, for just now I am all alone, and my servant only comes in the morning.

So I looked out of the window and I saw him on the pavement, huddled up against the door.

I hurried down and let him in.