This is my servant, I tell you." "Yes, sir, but--but--" "Well ?" "We were roused--there was a noise--a noise of men fighting." "There would have been no noise," said Wogan, triumphantly, "if you had prepared a bed for my servant.

He would not have crept into my cupboard to sleep off his drunkenness." "But, sir, there was a bed." "You should have seen that he was carried to it.

As it is, here have I been driven to beat him and to lose my night's rest in consequence.

It is not fitting.

I do not think that your inn is well managed." Wogan expressed his indignation with so majestic an air that the landlord was soon apologising for having disturbed a gentleman in the proper exercise of belabouring his valet.
"We will carry the fellow away," said he.
"You will do nothing of the kind," said Wogan.