"Yes, and you?"
She threw the question at him so deftly and so quickly that she caught him unaware and off his guard a second time within the hour.
"Baltimore," he answered before he thought and then bit his lip.
He had determined to vouchsafe her no information regarding himself and here she had surprised him into an admission in the first blush of their acquaintance, and she knew that she had triumphed for she smiled in recognition of it.
She tried another tack.
"Mr. Newbold," she began at a venture, and as it was five years since he had heard that name, his surprise at her knowledge, which after all was very simple, betrayed him a third time. "We are like stories I have read, people who have been cast away on desert islands and—"
"Yes," said the man, "but no castaways that I have ever read of have been so bountifully provided with everything necessary to the comfort of life as we are. I told you I lacked nothing for your material welfare, and even your mind need not stagnate."
"I have looked at your books already," said the woman, answering his glance.
This was where she had found his name he realized.
"You will have this room for your own use and I will take the other for mine," he continued.