In the meanwhile Theodore assisted me in carrying off my antiquated prize. She was hoisted over the wall, placed before me upon my horse like a portmanteau, and I galloped away with her from the castle of Lindenberg. The unlucky duenna never had made a more disagreeable journey in her life: she was jolted and shaken till she was become little more than an animated mummy; not to mention her fright when we waded through a small river through which it was necessary to pass in order to regain the village. Before we reached the inn, I had already determined how to dispose of the troublesome Cunegonda. We entered the street in which the inn stood, and while the page knocked, I waited at a little distance. The landlord opened the door with a lamp in his hand.

“Give me the light!” said Theodore; “My master is coming.”