Thestrangerrose；’No，myyoungfriend，’saidhe，smiling，’thatwouldscarcebefair。Itismyturnnow-praydomethefavourtogohomewithme，andacceptwhathospitalitymypoorroofcanoffer；totellyouthetruth，Iwishtohavesomeparticulardiscoursewithyouwhichwouldhardlybepossibleinthisplace。
Asforwine，Icangiveyousomemuchbetterthanyoucangethere：
thelandlordisanexcellentfellow，butheisaninnkeeperafterall。Iamgoingoutforamoment，andwillsendhimin，sothatyoumaysettleyouraccount；Itrustyouwillnotrefuseme，Ionlyliveabouttwomilesfromhere。’
Ilookedinthefaceofthestranger-itwasafineintelligentface，withacastofmelancholyinit。’Sir，’saidI，’Iwouldgowithyouthoughyoulivedfourmilesinsteadoftwo。’
’Whoisthatgentleman？’saidItothelandlord，afterIhadsettledhisbill；’Iamgoinghomewithhim。’