"Tying up your horse in the stable."
"Who bid you tie him up?"
"I always did so till now."
"Now it is different; I am off directly!"
"What? You won't take a bite? Isn't bread and bacon good enough? Maybe you got better from the Emperor? But stop, I can bring you something nicer."
She went to the cupboard in the wall and brought out a plate of fried fowl, or "Back Hendli"—for fowl fried in bread-crumbs, and then left cold, was a favourite tit-bit of the herdsman's.
"Whose remains are these?" he demanded suspiciously.
"Well, first think a little! All sorts of people come to an inn, and anyone who pays can have 'Back Hendli.'"
"Then you had grand folks here last night?"
"Certainly," said the girl. "Two gentlemen from Vienna, and two from Debreczin. They stayed up till two o'clock and then went on. If you don't believe me, I can show you their names in the guest book."