"Good heavens, madam!" says he, "do you know me?"
"I know a number of funny things," says the lady. "I have been at some people's christenings, and turned away from other folks" doors. I have seen some people spoilt by good fortune, and others, as I hope, improved by hardship. I advise you to stay at the town where the coach stops for the night. Stay there and study, and remember your old friend to whom you were kind."
"And who is my old friend?" asked Giglio.
"When you want anything," says the lady, "look in this bag, which I leave to you as a present, and be grateful to——'
"To whom, madam?" says he.
"To the Fairy Blackstick," says the lady, flying out of the window. And then Giglio asked the conductor if he knew where the lady was?
"What lady?" says the man; "there has been no lady in this coach, except the old woman, who got out at the last stage." And Giglio thought he had been dreaming. But there was the bag which Blackstick had given him lying on his lap; and when he came to the town he took it in his hand and went into the inn.
They gave him a very bad bedroom, and Giglio, when he woke in the morning, fancying himself in the Royal Palace at home, called, "John, Charles, Thomas! My chocolate——my dressing-gown——my slippers'; but nobody came. There was no bell, so he went and bawled out for water on the top of the stairs.
The landlady came up.
"What are you a hollering and a bellaring for here, young man?" says she.
"There's no warm water——no servants; my boots are not even cleaned."
"He, he! Clean "em yourself," says the landlady. "You young students give yourselves pretty airs. I never heard such impudence."
"I'll quit the house this instant," says Giglio.
"The sooner the better, young man. Pay your bill and be off. All my rooms is wanted for gentlefolks, and not for such as you."