With that the warden, holding up his hands and smiling, said:
"Bless me! I never met with such a man as you are before. What!
were you set out by the parish?" Then turning to the constable, he
said: "Have him to the Greyhound, and bid the people be civil to
him." Accordingly, to the Greyhound I was led, my horse set up, and
I put into a large room, and some account, I suppose, given of me to
the people of the house.

This was new work to me, and what the issue of it would be I could
not foresee; but being left there alone, I sat down, and retired in
spirit to the Lord, in whom alone my strength and safety were, and
begged support of Him; even that He would be pleased to give me
wisdom and words to answer the warden when I should come to be
examined again before him.

After some time, having pen, ink, and paper about me, I set myself
to write what I thought might be proper, if occasion served, to give
the warden; and while I was writing, the master of the house, being
come home from his worship, sent the tapster to me to invite me to
dine with him. I bid him tell his master that I had not any money
to pay for my dinner. He sent the man again to tell me I should be
welcome to dine with him though I had no money. I desired him to
tell his master "that I was very sensible of his civility and
kindness in so courteously inviting me to his table, but I had not
freedom to eat of his meat unless I could have paid for it." So he
went on with his dinner, and I with my writing.

But before I had finished what was on my mind to write, the
constable came again, bringing with him his fellow-constable. This