"I had a hellish night!" Mr. Penrose interrupted, savagely. "I hope never to put in such another."
"I join you in that," replied Miss Spenceley, calmly. "I've never heard any one snore so horribly—I'd know your snore among a thousand."
"Never mind—we can adjust this matter amicably, I will change your room to-day, Miss Spenceley," Mr. Cone interposed, hastily. "It hasn't quite the view, but the furnishings are more luxurious."
"But I don't want to change," Miss Spenceley coolly replied. "It suits me perfectly."
"I came for quiet and I can't stand that hammering," declared Mr. Penrose, glaring at her.
"So did I—my nerves—and your snoring bothers me. But perhaps," with aggravating sweetness, "I can break you of the habit."
"I wouldn't lose another night's sleep for a thousand dollars!"
"It will be cheaper to change your room, for I don't mean to change mine."
The millionaire turned to the proprietor. "Either this person goes or I do—that's my ultimatum!"
"I will not be bullied in any such fashion, and I can't very well be put out forcibly, can I?" and Miss Spenceley smiled at both of them. Mr. Cone looked from one to the other, helplessly.