"He shall pay us for what he's had when he goes, and welcome, and if so be that he's willing to make it a sovereign, to include the milk and the brandy and the confusion we've been put to this night, well and good.

It's a heavy reckoning, maybe, but the night calls for it.

We'll see about that afterwards.

Get along with you, I say, Richard." "I'll be wet through," the man muttered.
"And serve you right!" the woman exclaimed.

"If there's a man in this village to-night whose clothes are dry, it's a thing for him to be ashamed of." The innkeeper reluctantly departed.