But it was long ere the efforts of Ravenswood, though loudly exerted by knocking at the low-browed entrance, and repeated shouts to Caleb to open the gate and admit them, received any answer.
"The old man must be departed," he began to say, "or fallen into some fit; for the noise I have made would have waked the seven sleepers." At length a timid and hesitating voice replied: "Master--Master of Ravenswood, is it you ?" "Yes, it is I, Caleb; open the door quickly." "But it is you in very blood and body?
For I would sooner face fifty deevils as my master's ghaist, or even his wraith; wherefore, aroint ye, if ye were ten times my master, unless ye come in bodily shape, lith and limb." "It is I, you old fool," answered Ravenswood, "in bodily shape and alive, save that I am half dead with cold." The light at the upper window disappeared, and glancing from loophole to loophole in slow succession, gave intimation that the bearer was in the act of descending, with great deliberation, a winding staircase occupying one of the turrets which graced the angles of the old tower.
The tardiness of his descent extracted some exclamations of impatience from Ravenswood, and several oaths from his less patient and more mecurial companion.

Caleb again paused ere he unbolted the door, and once more asked if they were men of mould that demanded entrance at this time of night.
"Were I near you, you old fool," said Bucklaw, "I would give you sufficient proofs of MY bodily condition." "Open the gate, Caleb," said his master, in a more soothing tone, partly from his regard to the ancient and faithful seneschal, partly perhaps because he thought that angry words would be thrown away, so long as Caleb had a stout iron-clenched oaken door betwixt his person and the speakers.
At length Caleb, with a trembling hand, undid the bars, opened the heavy door, and stood before them, exhibiting his thin grey hairs, bald forehead, and sharp high features, illuminated by a quivering lamp which he held in one hand, while he shaded and protected its flame with the other.

The timorous, courteous glance which he threw around him, the effect of the partial light upon his white hair and illumined features, might have made a good painting; but our travellers were too impatient for security against the rising storm to permit them to indulge themselves in studying the picturesque.

"Is it you, my dear master ?--is it you yourself, indeed ?" exclaimed the old domestic.

"I am wae ye suld hae stude waiting at your ain gate; but wha wad hae thought o' seeing ye sae sune, and a strange gentleman with a--( Here he exclaimed apart, as it were, and to some inmate of the tower, in a voice not meant to be heard by those in the court)--Mysie--Mysie, woman! stir for dear life, and get the fire mended; take the auld three-legged stool, or ony thing that's readiest that will make a lowe.