“I haven’t anything to wear. I haven’t even a nightgown.”
“We’ll get one,” I said and called to the driver.
“Go to the Via Manzoni and up that.” He nodded and turned off to the left at the next corner. On the big street Catherine watched for a shop.
“Here’s a place,” she said. I stopped the driver and Catherine got out, walked across the sidewalk and went inside. I sat back in the carriage and waited for her. It was raining and I could smell the wet street and the horse steaming in the rain. She came back with a package and got in and we drove on.
“I was very extravagant, darling,” she said, “but it’s a fine nightgown.”
At the hotel I asked Catherine to wait in the carriage while I went in and spoke to the manager. There were plenty of rooms. Then I went out to the carriage, paid the driver, and Catherine and I walked in together. The small boy in buttons carried the package. The manager bowed us toward the elevator. There was much red plush and brass. The manager went up in the elevator with us.
“Monsieur and Madame wish dinner in their room?”
“Yes. Will you have the menu brought up?” I said.
“You wish something special for dinner. Some game or a soufflet?”
The elevator passed three floors with a click each time, then clicked and stopped.