"Does everyone know?" "Based on tonight's events, I expect Captain Fletcher does not know." "Are you going to tell him?" "I don't see why I would. It's none of my affair. Davy Fletcher paid me for you to stay the night and receive some entertainment and an education. He did not pay me for information about you." "Thank God," Charley said, and collapsing back into her chair gulped down the last of her drink. "One of the specialties of this house is offering a relaxing evening in a variety of forms, Dr. Alcott. Should I continue calling you 'Dr. Alcott'?" "Yes, it's safer that way, though you may call me Charley, if you wish." Madame Olifiers gave her a small nod and continued. "Some men come for the sexual congress, but others simply wish for cards or conversation. I would hope I can offer you an evening of relaxation as well." Madame Cornelia rang for her butler. "Ah, Lasalle. Please set supper for two. Dr. Alcott will dine with me this evening.
