After getting rid of Woods, he had rushed to the Hotel Astor, where he expected to find her waiting for him.

All inquiries as to whether any lady answering to her description had been seen there had resulted in failure.

He would have been there yet, growing angrier all the while, had not a gentleman who had overheard his troubles suggested that he telephone the Astor House, in the hope that the lady might be waiting there.
At the end of this recital of his vexatious experience Hugh seized her travelling-bag, and together they made their way out of the hotel.
"Oh, Hugh!" cried Grace, hanging back a little.

"What did Mr.Woods say to you?
What did you say?
Do you know he tried to speak with me on the train ?" "Honestly, I don't remember, dear--sister.

He's the most muddled man, though, in New York, I'll bet a dollar.