“There’s no hole in my side,” I said.
“Don’t be sacrilegious.”
I felt very tired and vague in the head. The exhilaration was all gone. The carriage was going along the street.
“Poor hands,” Catherine said.
“Don’t touch them,” I said. “By God I don’t know where we are. Where are we going, driver?” The driver stopped his horse.
“To the Hotel Metropole. Don’t you want to go there?”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s all right, Cat.”
“It’s all right, darling. Don’t be upset. We’ll get a good sleep and you won’t feel groggy tomorrow.”
“I get pretty groggy,” I said. “It’s like a comic opera today. Maybe I’m hungry.”
“You’re just tired, darling. You’ll be fine.” The carriage pulled up before the hotel. Someone came out to take our bags.
“I feel all right,” I said. We were down on the pavement going into the hotel.
“I know you’ll be all right. You’re just tired. You’ve been up a long time.”
“Anyhow we’re here.”
“Yes, we’re really here.”
We followed the boy with the bags into the hotel.