"The jolliest room for the purpose I ever saw," he confessed. "And I know the bachelor who will sleep in it. He's downstairs now, in the small room out of ours."
"Bob? Why, Red—"
"We'll have a door cut through. The telephones shall be in there, then they won't disturb you. They won't bother Bob a minute. And when I come in at 2 a.m. I can slip in here, shove the boy over against the wall, and be asleep in two minutes."
"Red! All my preparations for the bachelor! The desk,—the reading-light by the bed—"
"They suit me admirably. I never saw a better arrangement. The two rooms together make a perfect suite—when the door is cut through."
"And where will you put our guests? There's only one more room on this floor, of any size."
"Let's go and see."
Catching up a brass candlestick from the bachelor's desk, Burns lit it and proceeded to explore, Ellen following. There were dancing lights in her eyes as she watched him.
"Here's your fourth room," said he, throwing open a door at the back of the hall.
"This box? It can't be made a really comfortable room, even if I do my best with it. Your bachelor will not stay long."