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As
he
crossed
the
hall
,
he
was
requested
by
one
of
the
servants
to
walk
into
the
private
office
.
The
manager
was
waiting
there
with
a
gravely
pre
-
occupied
manner
,
as
if
he
had
something
serious
to
say
.
He
regretted
to
hear
that
Mr
.
Francis
Westwick
had
,
like
other
members
of
the
family
,
discovered
serious
sources
of
discomfort
in
the
new
hotel
.
He
had
been
informed
in
strict
confidence
of
Mr
.
Westwick
’
s
extraordinary
objection
to
the
atmosphere
of
the
bedroom
upstairs
.
Without
presuming
to
discuss
the
matter
,
he
must
beg
to
be
excused
from
reserving
the
room
for
Mr
.
Westwick
after
what
had
happened
.
Francis
answered
sharply
,
a
little
ruffled
by
the
tone
in
which
the
manager
had
spoken
to
him
.
’
I
might
,
very
possibly
,
have
declined
to
sleep
in
the
room
,
if
you
had
reserved
it
,
’
he
said
.
’
Do
you
wish
me
to
leave
the
hotel
?
’
The
manager
saw
the
error
that
he
had
committed
,
and
hastened
to
repair
it
.
’
Certainly
not
,
sir
!
We
will
do
our
best
to
make
you
comfortable
while
you
stay
with
us
.
I
beg
your
pardon
,
if
I
have
said
anything
to
offend
you
.
The
reputation
of
an
establishment
like
this
is
a
matter
of
very
serious
importance
.
May
I
hope
that
you
will
do
us
the
great
favour
to
say
nothing
about
what
has
happened
upstairs
?
The
two
French
gentlemen
have
kindly
promised
to
keep
it
a
secret
.
’
This
apology
left
Francis
no
polite
alternative
but
to
grant
the
manager
’
s
request
.
’
There
is
an
end
to
the
Countess
’
s
wild
scheme
,
’
he
thought
to
himself
,
as
he
retired
for
the
night
.
’
So
much
the
better
for
the
Countess
!
’
He
rose
late
the
next
morning
.
Inquiring
for
his
Parisian
friends
,
he
was
informed
that
both
the
French
gentlemen
had
left
for
Milan
.
As
he
crossed
the
hall
,
on
his
way
to
the
restaurant
,
he
noticed
the
head
porter
chalking
the
numbers
of
the
rooms
on
some
articles
of
luggage
which
were
waiting
to
go
upstairs
.
One
trunk
attracted
his
attention
by
the
extraordinary
number
of
old
travelling
labels
left
on
it
.
The
porter
was
marking
it
at
the
moment
—
and
the
number
was
,
’
13
A
.
’
Francis
instantly
looked
at
the
card
fastened
on
the
lid
.
It
bore
the
common
English
name
,
’
Mrs
.
James
’
!
He
at
once
inquired
about
the
lady
.
She
had
arrived
early
that
morning
,
and
she
was
then
in
the
Reading
Room
.
Looking
into
the
room
,
he
discovered
a
lady
in
it
alone
.
Advancing
a
little
nearer
,
he
found
himself
face
to
face
with
the
Countess
.
She
was
seated
in
a
dark
corner
,
with
her
head
down
and
her
arms
crossed
over
her
bosom
.
’
Yes
,
’
she
said
,
in
a
tone
of
weary
impatience
,
before
Francis
could
speak
to
her
.
’
I
thought
it
best
not
to
wait
for
you
—
I
determined
to
get
here
before
anybody
else
could
take
the
room
.
’
’
Have
you
taken
it
for
long
?
’
Francis
asked
.
’
You
told
me
Miss
Lockwood
would
be
here
in
a
week
’
s
time
.
I
have
taken
it
for
a
week
.
’
’
What
has
Miss
Lockwood
to
do
with
it
?
’
