He raised shocked eyes she was not the sort of person to make jokes like this! Then he chose to laugh: a pinkish wet slit appeared across his white crinkled face; his eyes positively begged her to laugh, otherwise he might lose some money. She remained grave, looking at him. stopped laughing and said: "You want to go up now?" returning to the familiarity, the comradeship, of the country where no questions are asked, on which (and he knew it) she depended completely She went up to sit in her wicker chair. But it was not the same. Her husband had searched her out. (The world had searched her out.) The pressures were on her. She was here with his connivance. He might walk in at any moment, here, into Room 19. She imagined the report from the detective agency A woman calling herself Mrs. Jones, fitting the description of your wife (et cetera, et cetera, et cetera), stays alone all day in Room No. 19. She insists on this room, waits for it if it is en- gaged. As far as the proprietor knows, she receives no visitors there, male or female." A report something on these lines must have received. Well, of course he was right: things couldn't go on like this He had put an end to it all simply by sending the detective after She tried to shrink herself back into the shelter of the room