It was the servant whom Wogan had seen one day in the Countess of Berg's livery of green and red galloping along the road to Prague.
"I know enough now," thought Wogan.

"I can go to bed.

The staircase is a pretty place with which we shall all be more familiar in an hour or two." He laughed quietly to himself with a little thrill of enjoyment.
His fatigue had vanished.

He was on the point of getting up from the table when the two men by the fire looked round towards the last comer and made room for him upon their settle.

But he said, "I find the room hot, and will stay by the door." Wogan changed his mind at the words; he did not get up.