"I am a peaceful trader, and I am not wont to be so shouted at upon so small a matter." "Small!" shrieked the other.

"Small! Clams and scallops! Ask me to your table to partake of the dainty of the town, and when I come a barren welcome and a bare board! Where is my spear-bearer ?" "Nay, Sir Oliver, Sir Oliver!" cried Sir Nigel, laughing.
"Let your anger be appeased, since instead of this dish you come upon an old friend and comrade." "By St.Martin of Tours!" shouted the fat knight, his wrath all changed in an instant to joy, "if it is not my dear little game rooster of the Garonne.

Ah, my sweet coz, I am right glad to see you.

What days we have seen together!" "Aye, by my faith," cried Sir Nigel, with sparkling eyes, "we have seen some valiant men, and we have shown our pennons in some noble skirmishes.

By St.Paul! we have had great joys in France." "And sorrows also," quoth the other.