I'll go remind you of them." Sir John strode to the door and shouted; it would not be too much to say that he bellowed like a bull.

It opened after a while, and a serving-man appeared, a bow-legged, sturdy-looking fellow with a shock of black hair.
"Why are you not quicker, Jeffrey Stokes ?" he asked.

"Must I wait your pleasure from noon to night ?" "I came as fast as I could, master.

Why, then, do you rate me ?" "Would you argue with me, fellow?
Do it again and I will have you tied to a post and lashed." "Lash yourself, master, and let out the choler and good ale, which you need to do," replied Jeffrey in his gruff voice.

"There be some men who never know when they are well served, and such are apt to come to ill and lonely ends.