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In one corner was a travelling family, a large one: thence flowed into the common stock the peculiar sickly smell of neglected brats.Garlic filled up the interstices of the air.And all this with closed window, and intense heat of the central furnace, and the breath of at least forty persons.

They had just supped.

Now Gerard, like most artists, had sensitive organs, and the potent effluvia struck dismay into him.But the rain lashed him outside, and the light and the fire tempted him in.

He could not force his way all at once through the palpable perfumes, but he returned to the light again and again, like the singed moth.At last he discovered that the various smells did not entirely mix, no fiend being there to stir them round.Odour of family predominated in two corners; stewed rustic reigned supreme in the centre; and garlic in the noisy group by the window.He found, too, by hasty analysis, that of these the garlic described the smallest aerial orbit, and the scent of reeking rustic darted farthest - a flavour as if ancient goats, or the fathers of all foxes, had been drawn through a river, and were here dried by Nebuchadnezzar.

So Gerard crept into a corner close to the door.But though the solidity of the main fetors isolated them somewhat, the heat and reeking vapours circulated, and made the walls drip; and the home-nurtured novice found something like a cold snake wind about his legs, and his head turn to a great lump of lead; and next, he felt like choking, sweetly slumbering, and dying, all in one.

He was within an ace of swooning, but recovered to a deep sense of disgust and discouragement; and settled to go back to Holland at peep of day.This resolution formed, he plucked up a little heart;and being faint with hunger, asked one of the men of garlic whether this was not an inn after all?

"Whence come you, who know not 'The Star of the Forest'?" was the reply.

"I am a stranger; and in my country inns have aye a sign.""Droll country yours! What need of a sign to a public-house -a place that every soul knows?"Gerard was too tired and faint for the labour of argument, so he turned the conversation, and asked where he could find the landlord?

At this fresh display of ignorance, the native's contempt rose too high for words.He pointed to a middle-aged woman seated on the other side of the oven; and turning to his mates, let them know what an outlandish animal was in the room.Thereat the loud voices stopped, one by one, as the information penetrated the mass; and each eye turned, as on a pivot, following Gerard, and his every movement, silently and zoologically.

The landlady sat on a chair an inch or two higher than the rest, between two bundles.From the first, a huge heap of feathers and wings, she was taking the downy plumes, and pulling the others from the quills, and so filling bundle two littering the floor ankle-deep, and contributing to the general stock a stuffy little malaria, which might have played a distinguished part in a sweet room, but went for nothing here.Gerard asked her if he could have something to eat.

She opened her eyes with astonishment."Supper is over this hour and more.

"But I had none of it, good dame."

"Is that my fault? You were welcome to your share for me.""But I was benighted, and a stranger; and belated sore against my will.""What have I to do with that? All the world knows 'The Star of the Forest' sups from six till eight.Come before six, ye sup well;come before eight, ye sup as pleases Heaven; come after eight, ye get a clean bed, and a stirrup cup, or a horn of kine's milk, at the dawning."Gerard looked blank."May I go to bed, then, dame?" said he sulkily "for it is ill sitting up wet and fasting, and the byword saith, 'He sups who sleeps.'""The beds are not come yet," replied the landlady."You will sleep when the rest do.Inns are not built for one.

It was Gerard's turn to be astonished."The beds were not come!

what, in Heaven's name, did she mean?" But he was afraid to ask for every word he had spoken hitherto had amazed the assembly, and zoological eyes were upon him-he felt them.He leaned against the wall, and sighed audibly.

At this fresh zoological trait, a titter went round the watchful company.

"So this is Germany," thought Gerard; "and Germany is a great country by Holland.Small nations for me."He consoled himself by reflecting it was to be his last, as well as his first, night in the land.His reverie was interrupted by an elbow driven into his ribs.He turned sharp on his assailant, who pointed across the room.Gerard looked, and a woman in the corner was beckoning him.He went towards her gingerly, being surprised and irresolute, so that to a spectator her beckoning finger seemed to be pulling him across the floor with a gut-line.When he had got up to her, "Hold the child," said she, in a fine hearty voice;and in a moment she plumped the bairn into Gerard's arms.

He stood transfixed, jelly of lead in his hands, and sudden horror in his elongated countenance.

At this ruefully expressive face, the lynx-eyed conclave laughed loud and long.

"Never heed them," said the woman cheerfully; "they know no better; how should they, bred an' born in a wood?" She was rummaging among her clothes with the two penetrating hands, one of which Gerard had set free.Presently she fished out a small tin plate and a dried pudding; and resuming her child with one arm, held them forth to Gerard with the other, keeping a thumb on the pudding to prevent it from slipping off.

"Put it in the stove," said she; "you are too young to lie down fasting."Gerard thanked her warmly.But on his way to the stove, his eye fell on the landlady."May I, dame?" said he beseechingly.

"Why not?" said she.

The question was evidently another surprise, though less startling than its predecessors.