the chair, picking his teeth perhaps as usual, and a damsel, much

lovelier than any of the others, to enter unexpectedly by the

chamber door, and herself by his side, and begin to tell him what

the castle is, and how she is held enchanted there, and other things

that amaze the knight and astonish the readers who are perusing his

history. But I will not expatiate any further upon this, as it may

be gathered from it that whatever part of whatever history of a

knight-errant one reads, it will fill the reader, whoever he be,