“Marry!” said he outside, “I do not understand this. Who is this growler?”
“By St. John! you shall know,” cried the other, and jumped out of bed and came to the window, and said;
“And please you, sir, you have no right to wake us up.”
The good knight, when he knew who spoke to him, was marvellously astonished, and when at last he spoke, he said.
“How did you come here?”
“I supped at your house and slept here.”
“The fault is mine,” said he. Then addressing the damsel, he added, “Mademoiselle, do you harbour such guests in your house?”
“Yes, monseigneur,” she replied, “and thank you for having sent him.”
“I?” said he. “By St. John I have nothing to do with it. I came to occupy my usual place, but it seems I am too late. At least I beg, since I cannot have anything else, that you open the door and let me drink a cup of wine.”
“By God, you shall not enter here!” she cried.