"Bring me a table," he ordered the innkeeper, as he went to his room.
RITZ, innkeeper who made hotels in which we all would like to stop, but cannot.
"There is the green room, the best bedroom in my house," said the Innkeeper.
All the same, this persistent silence puzzled the innkeeper.
With the ease of practice the innkeeper glued his eye to the hole he had just made.
The innkeeper, more and more out of countenance, searched his memory in vain.
The innkeeper had gone indoors and drawn himself a draught of ale.
So saying, he tossed a silver coin to the innkeeper, wheeled about, and rode off.
"Paul Drayton, the innkeeper of Hendon," she answered, calmly.
The innkeeper, too, spoke very dubiously about it to my husband.