A loud ringing of one of the bells was followed by the appearance of a smart chambermaid in the upper sleeping gallery, who, after tapping at one of the doors, and receiving a request from within, called over the balustrades⁠—

“Sam!”

“Hallo,” replied the man with the white hat.

“Number twenty-two wants his boots.”

“Ask number twenty-two, vether he’ll have ’em now, or vait till he gets ’em,” was the reply.

“Come, don’t be a fool, Sam,” said the girl coaxingly, “the gentleman wants his boots directly.”