James.'
'Remember that when you call to-morrow,' she said. 'My head is heavy.
Good night.'
Francis went back to his own hotel, wondering what the events
of the next day would bring forth. A new turn in his affairs
had taken place in his absence. As he crossed the hall, he was
requested by one of the servants to walk into the private office.
The manager was waiting there with a gravely pre-occupied manner,
as if he had something serious to say. He regretted to hear
that Mr. Francis Westwick had, like other members of the family,
discovered serious sources of discomfort in the new hotel.
He had been informed in strict confidence of Mr. Westwick's
extraordinary objection to the atmosphere of the bedroom upstairs.
Without presuming to discuss the matter, he must beg to be excused
from reserving the room for Mr. Westwick after what had happened.
Francis answered sharply, a little ruffled by the tone in
which the manager had spoken to him. 'I might, very possibly,
have declined to sleep in the room, if you had reserved it,' he said.
'Do you wish me to leave the hotel?'
The manager saw the error that he had committed, and hastened
to repair it.
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