“And this your customer, what is he about? Is he still labouring to excite the people to sedition?”
“This stranger, your honour means; he is gone to sleep.”
“Then you have a number? Well, be careful not to let them go away.”
“Am I to play the constable?” thought the host, but said nothing.
“Return to your house, and be prudent,” resumed the notary.
“I have always been prudent. Your honour can say that I have never made any disturbance.”
“Well, well; but do not think that justice has lost its power.”
“I! Good heavens! I think nothing. I am an innkeeper.”
“The same old tune. Have you nothing more to say?”
“What else would your honour have me say? Truth is one.”