About eight o'clock
Many others besides ourselves were compelled to seek refuge at our inn , and amongst them a company of Spanish muleteers , for it seems we were come to a pass leading through the mountains into Spain . These were the first Spaniards we had yet seen -LRB- save the Don -RRB- , and for all we had heard to their credit , we could not admire them greatly , being a low-browed , coarse-featured , ragged crew , and more picturesque than cleanly , besides stinking intolerably of garlic . By nightfall there was more company than the inn could accommodate ; nevertheless , in respect to our quality , we were given the best rooms in the house to ourselves . About eight o'clock , as we were about to sit down to supper , our innkeeper 's wife comes in to tell us that a Spanish grandee is below , who has been travelling for hours in the storm , and then she asked very humbly if our excellencies will permit her to lay him a bed in our room when we have done with it , as she can bestow him nowhere else -LRB- the muleteers filling her house to the very cock loft -RRB- , and has not the heart to send him on to St. Denys in this pitiless driving rain . To this Don Sanchez replies , that a Spanish gentleman is welcome to all we can offer him , and therewith sends down a mighty civil message , begging his company at our table . Moll has just time to whip on a piece of finery , and we to put on our best manners , when the landlady returns , followed by a stout , robust Spaniard , in an old coat several times too small for him , whom she introduced as Señor Don Lopez de Calvados . Don Lopez makes us a reverence , and then , with his shoulders up to his ears and like gestures , gives us an harangue at some length , but this being in Spanish , is as heathen Greek to our ears .