“Another flitch of bacon, then.”
“Impossible, your highness; there is no more.”
“Well, then, wine!”
The landlord brought one hundred and forty-four bottles. The courtier drank them all.
“One may drink if one cannot eat,” said the aristocratic stranger good-humoredly.
The innkeeper shuddered.
The guest rose to depart. The innkeeper came slowly forward with his bill, to which he had covertly added the losses which he had suffered from the previous strangers.
“Ah, the bill. Charge it.”
“Charge it! to whom?”
“To the King,” said the guest.