When the Princess turned over on her side, and Wogan stepped on tiptoe to the door and Gaydon peeped through the window, Misset laid down his knife and fork, and drawing a flask from his pocket emptied its contents into an earthenware water-jug which stood upon the table.
O'Toole, for his part, simply continued to eat.
"He is getting off his horse," said Gaydon.
"Has he ridden hard, do you think ?" asked Misset.
"He looks in a mighty ill-humour." O'Toole looked up from his plate, and became gradually aware that something was occurring.

Before he could speak, however, Gaydon dropped the blind.
"He is coming in.

It will never do for him to find the four of us together.

He may not be the courier from Innspruck; on the other hand, he may, and seeing the four of us he will ask questions of the landlord.
Seeing no more than two, he will very likely ask none." O'Toole began to understand.

He understood, at all events, that for him there was to be no more supper.