The new arrival seemed to consider the distance and the lateness of the hour.
“Is Mrs. Marten in Newport, do you know?” he asked.
“Yep. I tuk her downtown this evenin’.”
“Alone?”
“Guess that’s so.”
“Where was she going?”
“Wall, ye see, I was on the box, an’ de lady was inside; so we didn’t git anyways sociable.”
The stranger evidently bethought himself, and turned to the porter again. He could not know that a Harvard man was merely speaking in the vernacular. “Have you a Mr. Power staying here?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Is he here now?”