I'm afraid you'll be down." "Eh," said the traveller, looking up much astonished.

"Eh, down ?--oh, you're satirical, sir." "Satirical, sir?
upon my word, no!" exclaimed the parson, earnestly.
"I think every freeborn man has a right to sit as he pleases in his own house," resumed the traveller, with warmth; "and an inn is his own house, I guess, so long as he pays his score.

Betty, my dear." For the chambermaid had now replied to the bell.

"I han't Betty, sir; do you want she ?" "No, Sally; cold brandy and water--and a biscuit." "I han't Sally, either," muttered the chambermaid; but the traveller, turning round, showed so smart a neckcloth and so comely a face, that she smiled, coloured, and went her way.
The traveller now rose, and flung down the paper.

He took out a penknife, and began paring his nails.