"There's lots of room here, isn't there ?" "There is _no_ room!" says the professor.

This is the literal truth.
"The house is full.

And--and there are only men here." "So much the better!" says Perpetua, with a little frown and a great deal of meaning.

"I'm tired of women--they're horrid.

You're always kind to me--at least," with a glance, "you always used to be, and _you're _a man! Tell one of your servants to make me up a room somewhere." "There isn't one," says the professor.
"Oh! nonsense," says she, leaning back in her chair and yawning softly.