"No; I don't think I did."
"I suppose I can get one, can't I?"
"I suppose so. But don't you think you'd better go over to the Métropole? You see, this is a very small hotel."
He looked at her sharply.
"I don't care how small it is."
He summoned a waiter and inquired irascibly for his room.
Kitty was relieved when the room was got for him, because he went to it instantly, and that gave her time. She said to herself that it would be all right if she could be alone for a minute or two and could think. She thought continuously through the act of dressing, and in the moment of waiting till he appeared again. He would be hungry, and his first thought would be for his dinner.
It was. But his second thought was for Kitty, who refused to eat.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. I've got a headache."