George, full of awe, was modest in reply -
“The fault was his, ’twas folly to deny;
And of his master’s safety were he sure,
There was no grievance he would not endure.”
This made his peace with the relenting ’Squire,
Whose thoughts yet dwelt on supper and a fire;
When, as they reach’d a long and pleasant green,
Dwellings of men, and next a man, were seen.
“My friend,” said George, “to travellers astray
Point out an inn, and guide us on the way.”