Her husband strode into the little room and, taking the lighted candle, lifted it high above his head.
“You women have no logic! Look!” turning to the others, “can the girl have climbed through the window?”
It was a tiny barred window over their heads, looking out upon a courtyard far below.
They all laughed.
“No, certainly!”
“Well, then, she must have got through the door! Come downstairs now, there is no use in staying up here. In the morning I will go to her uncle’s.”
Then as they left the room he turned to his wife who was still protesting violently that she had locked the door; she would lay her head that she had.
“Now enough words, wife! Perhaps you think the girl passed through the wall?”