The compliant manager volunteered to ask some other gentleman, housed on the inferior upper storey (which was lit throughout with gas), to change rooms.

Hearing this, and being quite willing to exchange a small bedchamber for a large one, Henry volunteered to be the other gentleman.

The excellent American shook hands with him on the spot.

'You are a cultured person, sir,' he said; 'and you will no doubt understand the decorations.' Henry looked at the number of the room on the door as he opened it.
The number was Fourteen.
Tired and sleepy, he naturally anticipated a good night's rest.

In the thoroughly healthy state of his nervous system, he slept as well in a bed abroad as in a bed at home.