'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I thought you had finished. I could not help hearing what you said about sleeping in a cab. That's nonsense, you know.'
'Well,' said Mr. Van Torp, 'they've just turned us out of the one room we had because I whistled Parsifal out of tune.'
'You didn't whistle it out of tune,' Margaret answered, to Stemp's great but well-concealed astonishment. 'I know better. Please have your things brought here at once.'
'Here?' repeated Mr. Van Torp, surprised in his turn. [{154}]
'Yes,' she answered, in a tone that forestalled contradiction. 'If nothing else can be had you shall have this room. I can do without it.'
'You're kindness itself, but I couldn't do that,' said Mr. Van Torp. 'Bring our things to this hotel, anyway, Stemp, and we'll see what happens.'
'Yes, sir.'
Stemp disappeared at once, and his master turned to Margaret again.
'Nothing will induce me to put you to such inconvenience,' he said, and his tone was quite as decided as hers had been.
She smiled.