“Marchesa,” Cornélie said, without hesitation, “I wrote to you for two rooms facing south.”
“Did you?” asked the marchesa, plausibly and ingenuously. “I really didn’t remember. Yes, that is one of those foreigners’ ideas: rooms facing south.... This is really a beautiful room.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this room, marchesa.”
La Belloni grumbled a bit, went down the corridor and opened the door of another room:
“And this one, signora?... How do you like this?”
“Is it south?”
“Almost”
“I want it full south.”
“This looks west: you see the most splendid sunsets from your window.”
“I absolutely must have a south room, marchesa.”