Elsewhere in Travel's End, a young couple was having a disagreement in the sanctity of their home.
"Well, if you love that woman so much, why didn't you marry [i]her[/i]!?" the woman shouted.
"That's not what I said, my love. I only said that I respected her." the man tried to reason in vain.
"Well you might as well have!"
"But dear..."
"No! you're not getting in my bed tonight!" she screamed, picking up a pillow and a pair of breeches. "Find yourself another place to sleep."
"But..."
"Maybe [i]she'll[/i] take you in. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Opening a window, she threw the pillow out, followed quickly by the breeches. A moment later, a small clay flask of ale followed suit.

What the woman didn't know was that the street outside wasn't empty.