"Don't snore, do you?" he said conversationally.
No answer.
"Or walk in your sleep?"
"You're not funny, Mr. Stevenson."
"That's what I like about this country," Hank said. "Progressive. Way ahead of the West. Shucks, modesty is a reactionary capitalistic anachronism. Shove 'em all into bed together, that's what I always say." He laughed.
"Oh, shut up," Char said. But then she laughed, too. "Actually, I suppose there's nothing wrong with it. We are rather Victorian about such things in the States."
Hank groaned. "There you are. If a railroad company at home suggested you spend the night in a compartment with a strange man, you'd sue them. But here in the promised land it's O.K."
After a short silence Char said, "Hank, why do you dislike the Soviet Union so much?"
"Why? Because I'm an American!"
She said so softly as to be almost inaudible, "I've known you for a week now. Somehow you don't really seem to be the type who would make that inadequate a statement."