CHAPTER V.THE DWARF AND THE RUIN.
The by-path down which Sir Norman rode, led to an inn, "The Golden Crown," about a quarter of a mile from the ruin.

Not wishing to take his horse, lest it should lead to discovery, he proposed leaving it here till his return; and, with this intention, and the strong desire for a glass of wine--for the heat and his ride made him extremely thirsty--he dismounted at the door, and consigning the animal to the care of a hostler, he entered the bar-room.

It was not the most inviting place in the world, this same bar-room--being illy-lighted, dim with tobacco-smoke, and pervaded by a strong spirituous essence of stronger drinks than malt or cold water.

A number of men were loitering about, smoking, drinking, and discussing the all-absorbing topic of the plague, and the fires that might be kindled.

There was a moment's pause, as Sir Norman entered, took a seat, and called for a glass of sack, and then the conversation went on as before.