In that dream, however, he had been more awake than any hour for long years, and had heard and seen many things.

He patted his mare lovingly, then, with a faint sense of rebuked injustice, went into the horse's stall, and patted and stroked him as he had never done before.
He went into the inn, and asked for a cup of tea.

He would have had a sleep on Mrs.Pinks's sofa, as was his custom in his study--little study, alas, went on there!--but he had a call to make, and must rouse himself, and that was partly why he had sought the inn.

For Mrs.
Ramshorn's household was so well ordered that nothing was to be had out of the usual routine.

It was like an American country inn, where, if you arrive after supper, you will most likely have to starve till next morning.