And so, tossed about, like a drift log on the unpitying ocean, he had found himself cast up at last in London; where, remembering me, he had with many a rebuff sought me out, and here he was.
When he discovered that the maiden--his once mistress and incomparable swan--was of our household, he fell into strange raptures concerning the indulgences of the gods towards their favourites--meaning himself.

And the sight of her, and her goodness to him--for with her own purse she found him a lodging not far off--called up from him many a burst of poetic fire, such as it grieves me to think cannot now be recovered.
More than that, he told us a little of Ludar, whom, as has been said, he encountered at Chester.
More yet, he had one piece of news which was of no little import to the maiden and us all, as you shall hear..