"And his room? Which was it?"
Grudgingly she pointed to the nearer of the two closets, that of which the door stood open.
"That one?"
"Yes."
He stepped quickly into it, and surveyed it carefully. Then he laid his cap on the low truckle-bed. "Very good," he said, raising his voice and speaking through the open door, "I will take it." And he came out again.
The girl's eyes sparkled. "If you think," she cried, her temper showing in her face, "that that will do you any good——"
"I don't think," he said, cutting her short, "I take it. Your mother undertook that I should have the first vacant room. Tissot resigned this room this morning. I take it. I consider myself fortunate—most fortunate."
Her colour came and went. "If you were a boor," she cried, "you could not behave worse!"
"Then I am a boor!"
"But you will find," she continued, "that you cannot force your way into a house like this. You will find that such things are not done in Geneva. I will have you put out!"