The table was a small one, round, and on it there was supper for one person.

I seated myself, and the elderly woman waited on me.

I was so grateful that the boy was not my attendant that my heart warmed towards her, and I thought she might not consider it much out of the way if I said something.
"Did I arrive after the regular supper-time ?" I asked.

"I am sorry if I put the establishment to any inconvenience." "What's inconvenience in your own house isn't anything of the kind in a tavern," she said.

"We're used to that.