He was so comically and yet so seriously angry, and looked so closely at me as he spoke, that I hastened to say I agreed with him perfectly.
‘Yet you eat cheese, sir!’ he retorted irritably.
I saw that, not withstanding the simplicity of his dress, he was a gentleman, and so, forbearing to take offence, I told him plainly that my purse being light I travelled rather as I could than as I would.
‘Is it so?’ he answered hastily. ‘Had I known that, I would have joined you in the cheese! After all, I would rather fast with a gentleman, than feast with a churl. But it is too late now. Seeing you mix the fodder, I thought your pockets were full.’
‘The nag is tired, and has done its best,’ I answered.
He looked at me curiously, and as though he would say more. But the landlord returning at that moment, he turned to him instead.
‘Well!’ he said briskly. ‘Is it all right?’
‘I am sorry, your honour,’ the man answered, reluctantly, and with a very downcast air, ‘but the gentlemen beg to be excused.’
‘Zounds!’ cried my companion roundly. ‘They do, do they?’
‘They say they have no more, sir,’ the landlord continued, faltering, ‘than enough for themselves and a little dog they have with them.’