The landlord exclaimed.
"Young lady!--What young lady?"
"Why, sir, the young lady he dined with; he and she dined together."
"This is the first time you've mentioned a young lady."
"Well, sir, he and the young lady had dinner together--dinner was ordered for two. I thought you knew that."
"I knew nothing about it--this is the first I've heard about it; this is the first time I've heard about any young lady. Did you know about it?" This last question was put to his wife. "I knew a lady came with him; he took two bedrooms, one for himself and one for her; his was No. 238, hers was No. 49, on the floor above. He wanted her next to him, they tell me in the office; but the rooms on either side of his were engaged."
"What was the lady's name?"
"That I don't know; I find he entered himself in the book as 'George Emmett and Lady.' When I asked Miss Wilson, who was there when he came, why she let him do it, she said that she asked him what was the lady's name; and he said it was all right and didn't matter."
"Did you see her?"
"No; I can't say that I did. I'm told she's quite young. She seems to have brought precious little luggage. There's only a small battered old tin box in her room."