They exchanged a few words in a low tone.

They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again become absorbed in his reflections. The tavern-keeper returned to the fireplace, laid his hand abruptly on the shoulder of the man, and said to him:-- "You are going to get out of here." The stranger turned round and replied gently, "Ah! You know?--" "Yes." "I was sent away from the other inn." "And you are to be turned out of this one." The man replied: "I have just come from Puy-Moisson. I have walked all day long. I have travelled twelve leagues. Can you?-- if I pay?" "I would not refuse," said the peasant, "to lodge any respectable man who would pay me. But why do you not go to the inn?" "There is no room." "Bah! Impossible. This is neither a fair nor a market day. Have you been to Labarre?" "Yes." "Well?" The traveller replied with embarrassment: "I do not know. He did not receive me." "Have you been to What's-his-name's, in the Rue Chaffaut?" The stranger's embarrassment increased; he stammered, "He did not receive me ei