and the other growled louder than
ever.

"Who is that growling?" said he outside. "Morbleu! but I will soon find
out! Open the door, or I will carry it away!"

The fair damsel, who was in a great rage, went to the window in her
chemise, and said;

"Are you there, false and disloyal knight? You may knock as much as you
like, but you will not come in!"

"Why shall I not come in?" said he.

"Because," said she, "you are the falsest man that ever woman met, and
are not worthy to be with respectable people."

"Mademoiselle," said he, "you blason my arms very well, but I do not
know what excites you, for I have never been false to you that I am
aware of."

"Yes, you have," she cried, "done me the greatest wrong that ever man
did to woman."

"I have not, I swear. But tell me who is in there?"

"You know very well, wretched traitor that you are," she replied.

Thereupon the squire, who was in bed, began to growl like a dog as
before.

"Marry!" said he outside, "I do not understand this. Who is this
growler?"

"By St. John! you shall know," cried the other, and jumped out of bed
and came to the window, and said;

"And please you, sir, you have no right to wake us up."

The good knight, when he knew who spoke to him, was marvellously
astonished, and when at last he spoke, he said.

"How did you come here?"

"I supped at your house and slept here."

"The fault is mine," said he. Then addressing the damsel, he added,
"Mademoiselle, do you harbour such guests in your house?"

"Yes, monseigneur," she replied, "and thank you for having sent him."

"I?" said he. "By St. John I have nothing to do with it. I came to
occupy my usual place, but it seems I am too late. At least I beg, since
I cannot have anything else, that you open the door and let me drink a
cup of wine."

"By God, you shall not enter here!" she cried.

"By St. John! he shall," cried the squire, and ran down and opened the
door, and then went back to bed, and she did also, though, God knows,
much ashamed and dissatisfied.

When the good knight entered the chamber, he lighted a candle, and
looked at the couple in bed and said;

"Good luck to you, mademoiselle, and to you also squire."

"Many thanks, monseigneur," said he.

But the damsel could not say a word, her heart was so full, for she felt
certain that the knight had connived at the squire's coming, and she
felt so angry that she would not speak to him.

"Who showed you the way here