“It is not that.”
“What then?”
“You have money—”
“Yes,” said the man.
“And I,” said the host, “have no room.”
The man resumed tranquilly, “Put me in the stable.”
“I cannot.”
“Why?”
“The horses take up all the space.”
“Very well!” retorted the man; “a corner of the loft then, a truss of straw. We will see about that after dinner.”
“I cannot give you any dinner.”
This declaration, made in a measured but firm tone, struck the stranger as grave. He rose.
“Ah! bah! But I am dying of hunger. I have been walking since sunrise. I have travelled twelve leagues. I pay. I wish to eat.”
“I have nothing,” said the landlord.
The man burst out laughing, and turned towards the fireplace and the stoves: “Nothing! and all that?”
“All that is engaged.”
“By whom?”