"Fools!" muttered Old Hurricane, over his punch--"jacks! they'll all get the pleurisy except those that get drunk! Did they all go, Wool?"
"Ebery man, 'oman and chile, sar!--'cept 'tis me and coachman, sar!"
"More fools they! And I shouldn't wonder if you, you old scarecrow, didn't want to go too!"
"No, Marse----"
"I know better, sir! Don't contradict me! Well, as soon as I'm in bed, and that won't be long now, you may go--so that you get back in time to wait on me to-morrow morning."
"Thanky, marse."
"Hold your tongue! You're as big a fool as the rest."
"I take this," said Old Hurricane, as he sipped his punch and smacked his lips--"I take this to be the very quintessence of human enjoyment--sitting here in my soft, warm chair before the fire, toasting my legs, sipping my punch, listening on the one hand to the storm without and glancing on the other hand at my comfortable bed waiting there to receive my sleepy head. If there is anything better than this in this world I wish somebody would let me know it."
"It's all werry comformable indeed, marse," said the obsequious Wool.
"I wonder, now, if there is anything on the face of the earth that would tempt me to leave my cozy fireside and go abroad to-night? I wonder how large a promise of pleasure or profit or glory it would take now?"
"Much as ebber Congress itse'f could give, if it give you a penance for all your sarvins," suggested Wool.
"Yes, and more; for I wouldn't leave my home comforts to-night to insure not only the pension but the thanks of Congress!" said the old man, replenishing his glass with steaming punch and drinking it off leisurely.
The clock struck eleven. The old man again replenished his glass, and, while sipping its contents, said: "You may fill the warming-pan and warm my bed, Wool. The fumes of this fragrant punch are beginning to rise to my head and make me sleepy."
The servant filled the warming-pan with glowing embers, shut down the lid and thrust it between the sheets to warm the couch of this luxurious Old Hurricane. The old man continued to toast his feet, sip his punch and smack his lips. He finished his glass, set it down, and was just in the act of drawing on his woolen nightcap, preparatory to stepping into his well-warmed bed when he was suddenly startled by a loud ringing of the hall-door bell.