I wish you _bon voyage_," she said.
"Can't we go somewhere else?
Is there nothing doing at the theaters ?" Lister asked.
"No," she said resolutely; "I'm going home.

Anyhow, I'm going where I live." Lister let her go, but waited, watching her while she went up the street.

Somehow she looked forlorn and he felt pitiful.

He remembered that he did not know her name, which he had wanted to ask but durst not.
When he returned to his hotel he stopped at the desk and gave the clerk a cigarette.

As a rule, a Canadian hotel clerk knows something about everybody of importance in the town.
"I bought some _souvenirs_ at a curiosity depot," he said, and told the other where the shop was.