Why should I go to that uncomfortable hotel?
They would send for my baggage.

There was not the least reason in the world why I should spend the night in that second-rate establishment.
"See," said Mrs.Willoughby, opening the door of a room in the rear of the parlor, "if you will stay with us to-night we will lodge you in the chamber of the favored guest.

All the pictures on the walls were done by my daughter." I looked into the room.

It was the most charming and luxurious bedroom I had ever seen.

It was lighted, and the harmony of its furnishings was a treat to the eye.
But I stood firm in my purpose to depart.