“Do you remember Carla?” asked Jim suddenly, his mind adjusting to the present.
“The girl in Florence? Sure, I remember her. Was that her name ... Carla?”
“That’s right.”
“She was very nice looking, wasn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Sure, I remember her.”
“I thought you liked her quite a bit,” said Trebling, not looking at Holton.
“I suppose I did. We ran into a lot of people, though. There were so many people.”
Trebling agreed that there had been a number of people in Europe, people they had known.