The view was of no consequence.

The bed looked all right." 'The bed!' Here Jean spoke with deep feeling.

'There was no better bed in Paris.

Had he not himself put clean sheets on it that day ?' He turned from the window, and with the hand of an expert displayed the beauties of the sparse blankets, the cotton sheets, and the mountainous double mattress.
'But monsieur was anxious to retire?
Doubtless monsieur would sleep until _dejeuner_?
A most excellent _dejeuner_ was served in the _salle-a-manger_ on the second floor.' The words flowed forth in a stream--agreeable, monotonous, reminiscent of the far-away province that had long ago bred this good creature.
Suddenly the exhaustion of the long journey, the sleep so long denied rose about the traveller like a misty vapor.

He longed for solitude; he pined for rest.
"I am satisfied with everything," he said, abruptly.