Wogan drew up at the doorway and saw that the hall was encumbered with baggage.

"Gaydon would stop here," said he, and he dismounted.

The porter came forward and took his horse.
"I need a room," said Wogan, and he entered the house.

There were people going up and down the stairs.

While he was unstrapping his valise in his bedroom, a servant with an apron about his waist knocked at the door and inquired whether he could help him.
"No," said Wogan; and he thought with more confidence than ever, "here, to be sure, is where Gaydon would sleep." He supped at the ordinary in the company of linen merchants and travellers, and quite recovered his spirits.