I am an army in distress.

Commissariat cut off, extinction imminent! Now you go and bring in the provisions.

And, as we believe in honourable warfare, pay for everything you get, but take no refusals--see ?" He pressed a bill into the boy's ready hand and watched the light of understanding leap into the round eyes with pleasurable anticipation.
"I get you, Mister! Here's your room, number fourteen." The boy disappeared while still the key with its long tin label was jingling in the lock.

The doctor opened the door of room number fourteen and went in.
Rooms, we contend, like people, should be considered in relation to that state in which it has pleased Providence to place them.

To consider number fourteen in any environment save its own would be manifestly unfair since, in relation to all the other rooms at the Imperial, number fourteen was a good room, perhaps the very best.