When she moved towards the outer door to open it he refused to follow: he stood still.

"Pardon me," he said, "would you mind giving me the name of the young man who admitted me ?" "I do not see----" "I only want his name." "Esau Tissot." "And his room?
Which was it ?" Grudgingly she pointed to the nearer of the two closets, that of which the door stood open.
"That one ?" "Yes." He stepped quickly into it, and surveyed it carefully.

Then he laid his cap on the low truckle-bed.

"Very good," he said, raising his voice and speaking through the open door, "I will take it." And he came out again.
The girl's eyes sparkled.

"If you think," she cried, her temper showing in her face, "that that will do you any good----" "I don't think," he said, cutting her short, "I take it.