"I'm not in any hurry.

I've come to Brussels to go into matters thoroughly.

For the present, I am staying at the Hotel Grimaud." Mrs.Warren was convulsively sobbing and ruining the complexion she had just made up, before she changed out of her _descente de lit_: "Why not stop here, dearie?
Don't laugh! There's _lots_ that do and never suspect for one minute it ain't like any other hotel; though from all I see and hear, _all_ hotels are pretty much the same now-a-days, whether they're called by my name or not.

Of course a man might find out pretty quick, but not a woman who wasn't in the business herself.

Why we actually _encourage_ decent women to come here when we ain't pressed for room.