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Ascending
on
his
way
to
the
higher
regions
as
far
as
the
first
floor
of
the
hotel
,
Henry
’
s
attention
was
attracted
by
an
angry
voice
protesting
,
in
a
strong
New
England
accent
,
against
one
of
the
greatest
hardships
that
can
be
inflicted
on
a
citizen
of
the
United
States
—
the
hardship
of
sending
him
to
bed
without
gas
in
his
room
.
The
Americans
are
not
only
the
most
hospitable
people
to
be
found
on
the
face
of
the
earth
—
they
are
(
under
certain
conditions
)
the
most
patient
and
good
-
tempered
people
as
well
.
But
they
are
human
;
and
the
limit
of
American
endurance
is
found
in
the
obsolete
institution
of
a
bedroom
candle
.
The
American
traveller
,
in
the
present
case
,
declined
to
believe
that
his
bedroom
was
in
a
complete
finished
state
without
a
gas
-
burner
.
The
manager
pointed
to
the
fine
antique
decorations
(
renewed
and
regilt
)
on
the
walls
and
the
ceiling
,
and
explained
that
the
emanations
of
burning
gas
-
light
would
certainly
spoil
them
in
the
course
of
a
few
months
.
To
this
the
traveller
replied
that
it
was
possible
,
but
that
he
did
not
understand
decorations
.
A
bedroom
with
gas
in
it
was
what
he
was
used
to
,
was
what
he
wanted
,
and
was
what
he
was
determined
to
have
.
The
compliant
manager
volunteered
to
ask
some
other
gentleman
,
housed
on
the
inferior
upper
storey
(
which
was
lit
throughout
with
gas
)
,
to
change
rooms
.
Hearing
this
,
and
being
quite
willing
to
exchange
a
small
bedchamber
for
a
large
one
,
Henry
volunteered
to
be
the
other
gentleman
.
The
excellent
American
shook
hands
with
him
on
the
spot
.
’
You
are
a
cultured
person
,
sir
,
’
he
said
;
’
and
you
will
no
doubt
understand
the
decorations
.
’
Henry
looked
at
the
number
of
the
room
on
the
door
as
he
opened
it
.
The
number
was
Fourteen
.
Tired
and
sleepy
,
he
naturally
anticipated
a
good
night
’
s
rest
.
In
the
thoroughly
healthy
state
of
his
nervous
system
,
he
slept
as
well
in
a
bed
abroad
as
in
a
bed
at
home
.
Without
the
slightest
assignable
reason
,
however
,
his
just
expectations
were
disappointed
.
The
luxurious
bed
,
the
well
-
ventilated
room
,
the
delicious
tranquillity
of
Venice
by
night
,
all
were
in
favour
of
his
sleeping
well
.
He
never
slept
at
all
.
An
indescribable
sense
of
depression
and
discomfort
kept
him
waking
through
darkness
and
daylight
alike
.
He
went
down
to
the
coffee
-
room
as
soon
as
the
hotel
was
astir
,
and
ordered
some
breakfast
.
Another
unaccountable
change
in
himself
appeared
with
the
appearance
of
the
meal
.
He
was
absolutely
without
appetite
.
An
excellent
omelette
,
and
cutlets
cooked
to
perfection
,
he
sent
away
untasted
—
he
,
whose
appetite
never
failed
him
,
whose
digestion
was
still
equal
to
any
demands
on
it
!
The
day
was
bright
and
fine
.
He
sent
for
a
gondola
,
and
was
rowed
to
the
Lido
.
Out
on
the
airy
Lagoon
,
he
felt
like
a
new
man
.
He
had
not
left
the
hotel
ten
minutes
before
he
was
fast
asleep
in
the
gondola
.
Waking
,
on
reaching
the
landing
-
place
,
he
crossed
the
Lido
,
and
enjoyed
a
morning
’
s
swim
in
the
Adriatic
.
There
was
only
a
poor
restaurant
on
the
island
,
in
those
days
;
but
his
appetite
was
now
ready
for
anything
;
he
ate
whatever
was
offered
to
him
,
like
a
famished
man
.
He
could
hardly
believe
,
when
he
reflected
on
it
,
that
he
had
sent
away
untasted
his
excellent
breakfast
at
the
hotel
.
Returning
to
Venice
,
he
spent
the
rest
of
the
day
in
the
picture
-
galleries
and
the
churches
.
Towards
six
o
’
clock
his
gondola
took
him
back
,
with
another
fine
appetite
,
to
meet
some
travelling
acquaintances
with
whom
he
had
engaged
to
dine
at
the
table
d
’
hote
.
The
dinner
was
deservedly
rewarded
with
the
highest
approval
by
every
guest
in
the
hotel
but
one
.
To
Henry
’
s
astonishment
,
the
appetite
with
which
he
had
entered
the
house
mysteriously
and
completely
left
him
when
he
sat
down
to
table
.
He
could
drink
some
wine
,
but
he
could
literally
eat
nothing
.
’
What
in
the
world
is
the
matter
with
you
?
’
his
travelling
acquaintances
asked
.
He
could
honestly
answer
,
’
I
know
no
more
than
you
do
.
’
When
night
came
,
he
gave
his
comfortable
and
beautiful
bedroom
another
trial
.
The
result
of
the
second
experiment
was
a
repetition
of
the
result
of
the
first
.
Again
he
felt
the
all
-
pervading
sense
of
depression
and
discomfort
.
Again
he
passed
a
sleepless
night
.
And
once
more
,
when
he
tried
to
eat
his
breakfast
,
his
appetite
completely
failed
him
!
