"Eh?"
"Did n't Beatrice tell me you registered here with your wife?"
"Did n't Beatrice tell me you registered here with your wife?"
Monte moistened his lips.
"Yes—she was here for a day. She—she was called away."
"That's too bad. I hope we'll have an opportunity to meet her before we leave."
"Thanks."
"She ought to help you understand New York."