"Well, apartment A's already taken; even if it were empty, he shouldn't have it. Where's your nerve, Pelletan—here's your chance for revenge!"
"But to refuse a Prince!" murmured Pelletan. "Eet iss somet'ing unheard of!"
"It will make you famous! It's a big ad for the house! 'The Grand Hôtel Royal refuses to receive the Prince of Zeit-Zeit.' Think what a stir that will make! Besides, you have no choice—I require it!"
"Fery well, monsieur," agreed Pelletan, with a gesture of despairing obedience. "T'ere iss one t'ing more—I haf an idea."
"That's good; let's have it," said Rushford, encouragingly. "There's nothing like ideas."
"Monsieur will remember," began Pelletan, in a voice carefully lowered, "t'at we agreed to touble t'e price of entertainment."
"Yes—what of it? Anybody been kicking?"
"No—au contraire, monsieur—t'e house iss full—efery leetle room."
"You see you don't need Zeit-Zeit; it's quite like the old times, isn't it?"
"Yess—only petter, monsieur; far petter. Oh, eet iss wunderschön!"