"I am going on, excellency. Where was I--a risotto did I say? And bread made with yeast. And for drink, signore----"
"I doubt not you had store of that, Jacopo."
"But a dozen flagons or so of wine, your worship--all rosso."
"Jacopo--you will be good enough to retire at once."
"I am retiring, excellency; but my report."
"Will do for to-morrow."
"As your worship desires; but we have burnt the inn."
"What!"
"The inn, where we rested the day of our arrival in Rome, your worship. What with one thing and another, the landlord footed up his bill to four crowns. And I said to my friends, 'What! Are honest soldiers to pay like this?' Whereat there was trouble, excellency; but we came off best."
I rose without a word, and seizing Jacopo by the neck, ejected him from the room, with, I am sorry to say, very considerable violence.