In one corner, girdled by about five square feet of green earth, grew a pear tree, bearing large juicy pears, reserved for the use of a distinguished lodger, the Chevalier du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir.
In the summer the Chevalier always had his breakfast under this tree.
Occasionally one other person breakfasted with him, even Savary dit Detricand, whom however he met less frequently than many people of the town, though they lived in the same house.

Detricand was but a fitful lodger, absent at times for a month or so, and running up bills for food and wine, of which payment was never summarily demanded by Mattingley, for some day or other he always paid.

When he did, he never questioned the bill, and, what was most important, whether he was sober or "warm as a thrush," he always treated Carterette with respect, though she was not unsparing with her tongue under slight temptation.
Despite their differences and the girl's tempers, when the day came for Detricand to leave for France, Carterette was unhappy.

Several things had come at once: his going,--on whom should she lavish her good advice and biting candour now ?--yesterday's business in the Vier Marchi with Olivier Delagarde, and the bitter change in Ranulph.

Sorrowful reflections and as sorrowful curiosity devoured her.
All day she tortured herself.