He opened the door and looked out.

The chill morning air struck him sharply in the face.

He turned quickly, snatched his overcoat from a nail in the hall and put it on.
At this point Billy, who combined in his own person the offices of ostler, porter and clerk, appeared, his lantern shining with a dim yellow glare in the gray light of the dawn.
"No.

1 is about due, Doc," he said.
"She is, eh?
I say, Billy," said the Doctor, "want to do something for me ?" He pushed a dollar at Billy over the counter.
"Name it, Doc, without further insult," replied Billy, shoving the dollar back with a lordly scorn.
"All right, Billy, you're a white little soul.

Now listen.