He only felt the effects of the frost when, at eleven o’clock, he had to set out upon his round.  His teeth chattered with cold; he could scarcely call the hour or sound his horn.  He would willingly have gone into a beer-house to warm himself at the fire.  As he was pacing through a lonely by-street, he met a man with a black half-mask on his face, enveloped in a fire-colored silken mantle, and wearing on his head a magnificent hat turned up at one side, and fantastically ornamented with a number of high and waving plumes.

Philip endeavored to escape the mask, but in vain.  The stranger blocked up his path and said:  “Ha! thou art a fine fellow; I like thy phiz amazingly.  Where are you going, eh?  I say, where are you going?”

“To Mary Street,” replied Philip.  “I am going to call the hour there.”

“Enchanting!” answered the mask.  “I’ll hear thee:  I’ll go with thee.  Come along, thou foolish fellow, and let me hear thee, and mind thou singest well, for I am a good judge.  Canst thou sing me a jovial song?”

Philip saw that his companion was of high rank and a little tipsy, and answered:  “I sing better over a glass of wine in a warm room, than when up to my waist in snow.”

They had now reached Mary Street, and Philip sang and blew the horn.

“Ha! that’s but a poor performance,” exclaimed the mask, who had accompanied him thither.  “Give me the horn!  I shall blow so well that you’ll half die with delight.”

Philip yielded to the mask’s wishes, and let him sing the verses and blow.  For four or five times all was done as if the stranger had been a watchman all his life.  He dilated most eloquently on the joys of such an occupation, and was so inexhaustible in his own praises that he made Philip laugh at his extravagance.  His spirits evidently owed no small share of their elevation to an extra glass of wine.

“I’ll tell you what, my treasure, I’ve a great fancy to be a watchman myself for an hour or two.  If I don’t do it now, I shall never arrive at that honor in the course of my life.  Give me your great-coat and wide-brimmed hat, and take my domino.  Go into a beer-house and take a bottle at my expense; and when you have finished it, come again and give me back my masking-gear.  You shall have a couple of dollars for your trouble.  What do you think, my treasure?”

But Philip did not like this arrangement.  At last, however, at the solicitations of the mask, he capitulated as they entered a dark lane.  Philip was half frozen; a warm drink would do him good, and so would a warm fire.  He agreed for one half-hour to give up his watchmanship, which would be till twelve o’clock.  Exactly at that time the stranger was to come to the great door of St. Gregory’s and give back the great-coat, horn, and staff, taking back his own silk mantle, hat, and domino.  Philip also told him the four streets in which he was to call the hour.  The mask was in raptures: