Two were playing dominoes at one of the little tables; three or four were seated round the stove, conversing as they smoked; the billiard-table in the centre was left alone for the time; the landlady of the Daybreak sat behind her little counter among her cloudy bottles of syrups, baskets of cakes, and leaden drainage for glasses, working at her needle.
Making his way to an empty little table in a corner of the room behind the stove, he put down his knapsack and his cloak upon the ground.

As he raised his head from stooping to do so, he found the landlady beside him.
'One can lodge here to-night, madame ?' 'Perfectly!' said the landlady in a high, sing-song, cheery voice.
'Good.

One can dine--sup--what you please to call it ?' 'Ah, perfectly!' cried the landlady as before.

'Dispatch then, madame, if you please.

Something to eat, as quickly as you can; and some wine at once.