"There!" she says, pointing to the box on which the sacks and
antimacassars and cushions lie piled.
"That!" he cries. "How am I going to sleep in that?"
The chambermaid does not know how he is going to sleep there, never
having seen a gentleman go to sleep anywhere, and not knowing how they
set about it; but suggests that he might try lying down flat, and
shutting his eyes.
"But it is not long enough," he says.
The chambermaid thinks he will be able to manage, if he tucks his legs
up.
He sees that he will not get anything better, and that he must put up
with it.
"Oh, very well!" he says. "Look sharp and get it made, then."