To tell the truth, he
had no recollection at all of how the rooms looked or what their
dimensions were.
Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Gray, entering the first room of the series, a large
and elaborately furnished apartment with the effect of a drawing-room,
much gilt and brocade and many mirrors in evidence, looked at Richard in
some surprise, as he seated them. He himself went to the door of a
second room, glanced in, nodded, and returned to his guests.
"I hope you will find everything you want in there," he said. "If you
don't, please ring. You will see your dressing-room on the left, Mr.
Gray. I will send you my man in the morning to see if he can do anything
for you."
"I shan't need any man, thank you," protested Mr. Gray.
When, after lingering a minute or two, their young host had bade them
good-night and left them, the elderly pair looked at each other. Uncle
Rufus's eyes were twinkling, but in his wife's showed a touch of soft
indignation.
"It seems like making a joke of us," said she, "to put us in such a
place as this, when he can guess what we're used to."
"He doesn't mean it as a joke," her husband protested good-humouredly.
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