He laughed. "It's just as well she went, then, before I came, isn't it? I say, what have you done to your eyes? They used to be black, now they're blue. Bright blue."
There was a look in them he did not understand.
"I think," she said, "you would be much more comfortable at the Métropole."
"Oh no; I'll try this place for one night." She veiled her eyes.
"We can move on if I can't stand it. When are we going to dine?"
"At eight. It's twenty to, now. You'd like it up here, wouldn't you?"
"Rather. I say, where's my room?"
She flushed and turned from him with an unaccountable emotion.
"I—I don't know."
"Didn't you order one for me?"