“Do you want to?” She noticed that one of the largest signs had several dead lights in it.
“Of course I want to,” he said.
She was very happy then. The bridge was completed.
“Shall we walk? It’s not far.” He nodded. They left the bright square and walked northward, not speaking. The bridge was not yet strong.
Chapter Twelve
They stood a moment in the gray heavily carpeted corridor. The hotel was an expensive one and this was the first time Robert Holton had been inside it.
“I’m down here,” said Carla, taking a key out of her bag. She led him down the corridor.
She stopped, unlocked a door, and they went inside.
“In America you always try to make everything look expensive,” she said. “But I like this room.”
“Looks like Hollywood,” said Holton. Carla looked about her and agreed. The walls were dull green and the ceiling white. The furniture was low and modern and there was much glass in the room: mirrors and glass-topped tables. Two large windows looked out on Central Park. At the left was the doorway to the bedroom.