“I wish I could lodge you more conveniently, Monsieur,” said he; “but we cannot boast of much spare room in this hovel. However, a chamber for yourself, and another for your servant, I think, we can make shift to supply. You must content yourself with sorry fare; but to what we have, believe me, you are heartily welcome.”⁠—Then turning to his wife⁠—“Why, how you sit there, Marguerite, with as much tranquillity as if you had nothing better to do! Stir about, dame! Stir about! Get some supper; look out some sheets; here, here; throw some logs upon the fire, for the gentleman seems perished with cold.”