Strickland [suddenly and directly]. You're lying!
The Girl. Why, Mr. Strickland!
Strickland. That time-table never reached my desk! I lost it between the railroad station and my office.
The Girl. Did you, sir? But it's the same time-table: you see, you checked the midnight train. [He looks at her suspiciously.] I reserved a stateroom for you.
Strickland [astonished]. You reserved a stateroom?
The Girl [smiling]. I knew you'd forget it. You have your head so full of other things. So I telephoned as soon as you left the office.
Strickland [biting his lip angrily]. I suppose you made the reservation in my own name?
The Girl. No, sir.
Strickland [immensely surprised]. What?
The Girl. I thought you'd prefer some other name: you didn't want your trip to be known.