"You see I have found you," he said.
"Yes," she answered; "—why did you come?"
"Why have I always come to you, when it was possible?" he asked.
"No one ever had such a friend, Peter. Of that I am sure:'
"I wanted to see Paris," he said, "before I grew too decrepit to enjoy it."
She smiled, and turned away.
"Have you seen much of it?"
"Enough to wish to see more."
"When did you arrive?"
"Some time in the night," he said, "from Cherbourg. And I'm staying at a very grand hotel, which might be anywhere. A man I crossed with on the steamer took me there. I think I'd move to one of the quieter ones, the French ones, if I were a little surer of my pronunciation and the subjunctive mood."