"The good-wife will say, 'Alack, here is Beelzebub ahatching of my eggs.'" "No, you forget he is dead," objected Gerard.
"So he is, so he is.

But she doesn't know that, not having the luck to be acquainted with me, who carry the good news from city to city, uplifting men's hearts." Such was Denys in time of peace.
Our travellers towards nightfall reached a village; it was a very small one, but contained a place of entertainment.

They searched for it, and found a small house with barn and stables.

In the former was the everlasting stove, and the clothes drying round it on lines, and a traveller or two sitting morose.

Gerard asked for supper.
"Supper?
We have no time to cook for travellers; we only provide lodging, good lodging for man and beast.