Outside, the night was cold and wet.His wife, a white-haired old lady, sat knitting quietly by the fire.An old man, Mr White, was playing chess with his son, Herbert.The garden gate banged shut and heavy footsteps came towards the door.But inside the small house, the fire burned brightly.It's raining so hard that the road outside is like a river.''There he is,' said Herbert.Herbert and his mother heard him talking to someone in the hall.'Listen to the wind,' said Mr White.'I don't think my old friend will come tonight.Mr White got up quickly, and went to open the front door.A few minutes later, Mr White came back into the room.A tall man with a red face was with him.