To her Tressilian addressed the oft-repeated question, whether there was a smith in this neighbourhood, or any place where he could refresh his horse?
The dame looked him in the face with a peculiar expression as she replied, "Smith! ay, truly is there a smith--what wouldst ha' wi' un, mon ?" "To shoe my horse, good dame," answered Tressiliany; "you may see that he has thrown a fore-foot shoe." "Master Holiday!" exclaimed the dame, without returning any direct answer--"Master Herasmus Holiday, come and speak to mon, and please you." "FAVETE LINGUIS," answered a voice from within; "I cannot now come forth, Gammer Sludge, being in the very sweetest bit of my morning studies." "Nay, but, good now, Master Holiday, come ye out, do ye.

Here's a mon would to Wayland Smith, and I care not to show him way to devil; his horse hath cast shoe." "QUID MIHI CUM CABALLO ?" replied the man of learning from within; "I think there is but one wise man in the hundred, and they cannot shoe a horse without him!" And forth came the honest pedagogue, for such his dress bespoke him.

A long, lean, shambling, stooping figure was surmounted by a head thatched with lank, black hair somewhat inclining to grey.

His features had the cast of habitual authority, which I suppose Dionysius carried with him from the throne to the schoolmaster's pulpit, and bequeathed as a legacy to all of the same profession, A black buckram cassock was gathered at his middle with a belt, at which hung, instead of knife or weapon, a goodly leathern pen-and-ink case.

His ferula was stuck on the other side, like Harlequin's wooden sword; and he carried in his hand the tattered volume which he had been busily perusing.
On seeing a person of Tressilian's appearance, which he was better able to estimate than the country folks had been, the schoolmaster unbonneted, and accosted him with, "SALVE, DOMINE.