Too late, I mean after I had knocked, it occurred to me that if so my position would be painful to a degree.
However in this particular Fortune stood my friend, which does not always happen to the virtuous.

For presently I heard a voice which I recognized as that of Mr.Savage, asking, not without a certain quaver in its tone, "Who the devil is that ?" "Me," I replied, being flustered.
"'Me' won't do," said the voice.

"'Me' might be Harum or it might be Scarum, or it might be someone worse.

Who's 'Me' ?" "Allan Quatermain, you idiot," I whispered through the keyhole.
"Anna who?
Well, never mind.

Go away, Hanna.