The girl did not know his name, either.

"A friend," he said: "May I come in ?" A note of curiosity sounded in her voice.

"Oui, certainement.

Entrez," she called.

Peter turned the handle and entered the remembered room.
The girl was sitting up in bed in her nightdress, her hair in disorder, and the room felt hot and stuffy and looked more tawdry than ever.