Footsore and weary he hastened to the Chapel Bar, glad indeed to
find himself so near the end of his journey; but before he had quite
reached it he had the mortification to hear the sound of the closing
bell, and when he arrived there the gates were shut.

"Ho, ho, there, porter!" he cried, and he violently kicked the iron
post by way of emphasis to the call.

"Aye, aye, there; steady now, thou'rt over late," replied the burly
porter as he tantalisingly rattled the heavy keys in his hand.

"Yes, but only a minute," Edmund replied; "you can let me in, and you
will."

"Nay, master, not till next sunrise," he returned. Edmund groaned.

"But I cannot stay outside all night," he said. "Come, open the gate,
there's a good fellow."

"I were like to lose my position if I did," answered the other. "I
cannot unless--," and he significantly jingled some coins in his
pocket.

"Unless what?"

The gatekeeper thought Edmund Wynne uncommonly dull of comprehension,
and with a little hesitation he suggested that it were surely worth a
trifle if he did break through the rule.