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"
I
haven
’
t
anything
to
wear
.
I
haven
’
t
even
a
night
-
gown
.
"
"
We
’
ll
get
one
,
"
I
said
and
called
to
the
driver
.
"
Go
to
the
Via
Manzoni
and
up
that
.
"
He
nodded
and
turned
off
to
the
left
at
the
next
corner
.
On
the
big
street
Catherine
watched
for
a
shop
.
"
Here
’
s
a
place
,
"
she
said
.
I
stopped
the
driver
and
Catherine
got
out
,
walked
across
the
sidewalk
and
went
inside
.
I
sat
back
in
the
carriage
and
waited
for
her
.
It
was
raining
and
I
could
smell
the
wet
street
and
the
horse
steaming
in
the
rain
.
She
came
back
with
a
package
and
got
in
and
we
drove
on
.
"
I
was
very
extravagant
,
darling
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
it
’
s
a
fine
night
-
gown
.
"
At
the
hotel
I
asked
Catherine
to
wait
in
the
carriage
while
I
went
in
and
spoke
to
the
manager
.
There
were
plenty
of
rooms
.
Then
I
went
out
to
the
carriage
,
paid
the
driver
,
and
Catherine
and
I
walked
in
together
.
The
small
boy
in
buttons
carried
the
package
.
The
manager
bowed
us
toward
the
elevator
.
There
was
much
red
plush
and
brass
.
The
manager
went
up
in
the
elevator
with
us
.
"
Monsieur
and
Madame
wish
dinner
in
their
rooms
?
"
"
Yes
.
Will
you
have
the
menu
brought
up
?
"
I
said
.
"
You
wish
something
special
for
dinner
.
Some
game
or
a
soufflé
?
"
The
elevator
passed
three
floors
with
a
click
each
time
,
then
clicked
and
stopped
.
