Mademoiselle Francesca ate like an ogre, and as soon as she had finished her meal she threw herself upon the sofa. As for me, I saw the decisive moment approaching for settling how we were to apportion the rooms. I determined to take the bull by the horns, and sitting down by the Italian I said gallantly, kissing her hand:
"As we have only two bedrooms, will you allow me to share yours with you?"
"Do just as you like," she said. "It is all the same to me. Che mi fa?"
Her indifference vexed me.
"But you are sure you do not mind my being in your room with you?" I said.
"It is all the same to me; do just as you like."
"Should you like to go to bed at once?"
"Yes; I am very sleepy."
She got up, yawned, gave Paul her hand, who took it with a furious look, and I lighted her into our room. A disquieting feeling haunted me. "Here is all you want," I said again.
This time I took care to pour half the water into the basin, and to put a towel near the soap.