'Please to step in, gentlemen. This is the room, tonight.'
Evan lifted his hat; and bowing, requested to know whether they could have a supper and beds.
'Beds, Sir!' cried the hostess. 'What am I to do for beds! Yes, beds indeed you may have, but bed-rooms—if you ask for them, it really is more than I can supply you with. I have given up my own. I sleep with my maid Jane to-night.'
'Anything will do for us, madam,' replied Evan, renewing his foreign courtesy. 'But there is a poor young woman outside.'
'Another!' The hostess instantly smiled down her inhospitable outcry.
'She,' said Evan, 'must have a room to herself. She is ill.'
'Must is must, sir,' returned the gracious hostess. 'But I really haven't the means.'
'You have bed-rooms, madam?'
'Every one of them engaged, sir.'
'By ladies, madam?'