"Supper is over this hour and more.
"But I had none of it, good dame." "Is that my fault?
You were welcome to your share for me." "But I was benighted, and a stranger; and belated sore against my will." "What have I to do with that?
All the world knows 'The Star of the Forest' sups from six till eight.

Come before six, ye sup well; come before eight, ye sup as pleases Heaven; come after eight, ye get a clean bed, and a stirrup cup, or a horn of kine's milk, at the dawning." Gerard looked blank.

"May I go to bed, then, dame ?" said he sulkily "for it is ill sitting up wet and fasting, and the byword saith, 'He sups who sleeps.'" "The beds are not come yet," replied the landlady.

"You will sleep when the rest do.

Inns are not built for one." It was Gerard's turn to be astonished.