These two men wore swords.
"You have a good trade," said Wogan to the landlord.
"The mill brings me custom." The door opened as the landlord spoke, and a big loud-voiced man cheerily wished the company good evening.

The two companions at the fire paid no heed to the civility; the third, who had now quite recovered his breath, replied to it.

Wogan pushed his plate away and called for a pipe.

He thought it might perhaps prove well worth his while to study his landlord's clients before he retired up those narrow stairs.

The four men gave no sign of any common agreement, nor were they at all curious as to Wogan.