"And what room will he have?"
"The back room on the third floor—the one Mr. Bates had."
"I should hardly think that room would satisfy a nobleman."
"Why not? Is it not clean and neat?"
"Undoubtedly, dear Mrs. Gray, but you must admit that it is not stylish, and it is small."
"It is of the same size as the Professor's."
"Ah, the Professor! He is not a man of elegant tastes. I once looked into his room. It smells so strong of tobacco, I could not stay in there ten minutes without feeling sick."
"I think the Count smokes."
"Perhaps he does, but he wouldn't smoke a dirty clay pipe. I can imagine him with a dainty cigarette between his closed lips. But, Mrs. Gray, I am going to ask you a great favor."
"What is it?"