At the hotel door, he confided her to the Unlimited head
chambermaid, and said that while she went up to see her room, he
would remain below, in case she should wish it exchanged for
another, or should find that there was anything she wanted.
Rosa's room was airy, clean, comfortable, almost gay. The
Unlimited had laid in everything omitted from the very little bag
(that is to say, everything she could possibly need), and Rosa
tripped down the great many stairs again, to thank her guardian for
his thoughtful and affectionate care of her.
'Not at all, my dear,' said Mr. Grewgious, infinitely gratified;
'it is I who thank you for your charming confidence and for your
charming company. Your breakfast will be provided for you in a
neat, compact, and graceful little sitting-room (appropriate to
your figure), and I will come to you at ten o'clock in the morning.
I hope you don't feel very strange indeed, in this strange place.'
'O no, I feel so safe!'
'Yes, you may be sure that the stairs are fire-proof,' said Mr.
Grewgious, 'and that any outbreak of the devouring element would be
perceived and suppressed by the watchmen.'
'I did not mean that,' Rosa replied. 'I mean, I feel so safe from
him.'
'There is a stout gate of iron bars to keep him out,' said Mr.
Grewgious, smiling; 'and Furnival's is fire-proof, and specially
watched and lighted, and _I_ live over the way!' In the stoutness
of his knight-errantry, he seemed to think the last-named
protection all sufficient.
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