He crawled into the passage where he lies." Wogan had some ado not to smile.

Neither the cane nor the hand which wielded it would be likely to interfere even with a sober man's slumbers.
"And I must reach Bologna to-day," she cried in an extreme agitation.
"It is of the last importance." "Fortune is kind to us both, madam," said Wogan, with a bow.

"My horse is lamed, as you see.

I will be your charioteer, for I too am in a desperate hurry to reach Bologna." Immediately the lady drew back.
"Oh!" she said with a start, looking at Wogan.
Wogan looked at her.
"Ah!" said he, thoughtfully.
They eyed each other for a moment, each silently speculating what the other was doing alone at this hour and in such a haste to reach Bologna.
"You are English ?" she said with a great deal of unconcern, and she asked in English.

That _she_ was English, Wogan already knew from her accent.