There is a second at the head of the village which we passed." To this second inn Wogan drove, and was welcomed by a shrewish woman whose sour face was warmed for once in a way into something like enthusiasm.
"A lodging indeed you shall have," cried she, "and a better lodging than the Prince of Baden can look back upon, though he pay never so dearly for it.

Poor man, he will have slept wakefully this night! Here, sir, you will find honest board and an honest bed for yourself and your sweet lady, and an honest bill to set you off in a sweet humour in the morning." "Nay, my good woman," interrupted Wogan, hastily.

"This is no sweet lady of mine, nor are we like to stay until the morrow.

The truth is, we are a party of four, but our carriage snapped its axle some miles back.

The young lady's uncle and aunt are following us, and we wait only for their arrival." Wogan examined the inn and thought the disposition of it very convenient.