I’maheavysleeper，saidMr。Dowler，asheflunghimselfonthebed。
Imustkeepawake。IsupposeIshallhearaknockhere。Yes。Ithoughtso。Icanhearthewatchman。Therehegoes。Fainternowthough。Alittlefainter。He’sturningthecorner。Ah！WhenMr。Dowlerarrivedatthispoint，heturnedthecorneratwhichhehadbeenlonghesitating，andfellfastasleep。
Justastheclockstruckthree，therewasblownintothecrescentasedan-chairwithMrs。Dowlerinside，bornebyoneshortfatchairman，andonelongthinone，whohadhadmuchadotokeeptheirbodiesperpendicular：
tosaynothingofthechair。Butonthathighground，andinthecrescent，whichthewindsweptroundandroundasifitweregoingtotearthepavingstonesup，itsfurywastremendous。Theywereverygladtosetthechairdown，andgiveagoodroundlouddouble-knockatthestreetdoor。
Theywaitedsometime，butnobodycame。