"This we ought to decide more carefully. I'm for ebony, though. It's nobby. Now," she added, wheeling about, "let's go to the hotel."
"What hotel?" he said dumfounded.
"Why, the hotel we're going to stay at, until the house is ready," she said impatiently.
Then all at once he comprehended that he was caught. He felt for a chair and stumbled into it.
"Then what you said about furnishing was true?" he said in a dying voice. "You meant it!"
"Why, what is the matter with you?" she asked, stopping and looking at him in pretended amazement.
Suddenly he bounded up and said brutally, pointing to the room:
"This is where we stay!"
"Here?" she cried scornfully. "This isn't fit for a servant!"