“Just over here. Right on the edge of the Park.”
“I’d like that!”
“Would you like to bathe in ice-cold water, standing up in a cast iron sink?”
“Oo! I can feel the water now, oozing out of a sponge at the back of my neck! What makes you think I’m afraid of cold water? You remember my snow-baths at Woods Point? The primitive life has no terrors for me—so far as that’s concerned. So there’s no bathroom?”
“No.”
“M-m. Well, I’ll see.”
“Here it is, then.”
“Oh, this? An unpromising exterior....”
“Here,” said Felix, indicating the girl, who came to the door, “is the lady who’s just leaving. And this,” he said to the girl, “is my wife.”
She stood aside and waved them in with a flourish of her cigarette. “Well, here it is, without one plea. See for yourself!”