“I do,” I said.
“Well, what is it?”
I said, “It’s just another figure in the column I’m trying to add up. I haven’t the total yet.”
“What’s it all about?”
“Mrs. Lintig broke her glasses — that is, a bellboy broke them for her. She made a squawk to the hotel. The hotel was going to replace them. She wired for new lenses.”
“Well?”
“She left very suddenly before the lenses arrived. I told the clerk to forward the glasses to me as soon as they showed up, that we’d pay the bill.”
“Pay the bill!”
“Yes.”
“Why did you do that, lover?”