cannot sleep, we may at least dine,"—and was for depositing my bag.
What a terrible convulsion of nature was that which followed in the landlady's face! She made a run at us, and stamped her foot.
"Out with you—out of the door!" she screeched. "Sortez! sortez! sortez par la porte!"
I do not know how it happened, but next moment we were out in the rain and darkness, and I was cursing before the carriage entry like a disappointed mendicant. Where were the boating men of Belgium? where the Judge and his good wines? and where the graces of Origny? Black, black was the night after the firelit kitchen; but what was that to the blackness in our heart? This was not the first time that I have been refused a lodging. Often and often have I planned what I should do if such a misadventure happened to me again. And
