No one knew his voice again, hollow as it was like the sea-grumble. "O Holiest, O Rose, O Stem of Sharon, O Tree of Carmel!" said he. "What wouldest thou with us sinners?" And the woman at the door said, "My friends, I have no roof to my head; will you take me in? I am hungry; have you no meat for my child and me?" The host in Stefano jogged the sinner to speak. "Surely, surely, sweet Lady!