单项选择题

Whitney’s is a restaurant and a gambling place. There is no restaurant or hotel in France, Italy, Germany, or Spain whose food can compare with Whitney’s. At Whitney’s there are no menus; you order what you wish from an endless variety of special foods. But on your first visit to Whitney’s you often pay little attention to what you eat, for very soon, as the room begins to fill, you can hardly believe your eyes. At every table you soon recognize someone who is famous.
After lunch this well-dressed group of persons goes down to the gambling room. By two o’clock the room is well filled, by three it is crowded, and it remains so until the early hours of the morning. I was deeply impressed, and I welcomed an opportunity to meet Mr. Whitney himself.
I found him a man square of jaw, cold of eyes, his face rather unexpressive — much what I expected. He was not a very communicative person. He told me his once experience, though.
"The other day a lady, who claimed herself Mrs. John Rossiter, came to my once." He said, "Before she said a word she began to cry; the tears came into her eyes and began to run down her cheeks, and she kept wiping them away with her handkerchief, trying all the way to control herself. I can’t stand, but this rather impressed me."
"Her husband had lost thirty thousand dollars in the gambling room, she told me. I have known John Rossiter well enough to say ’Hello,’ but not much more than that. Mrs. Rossiter explained that the great problem of her life had been her husband’s gambling. It was a long story, I don’t remember the details, but I told her that I agreed to give her back the money which her husband had lost."
As he spoke of this a light came into his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "The next morning I met John Rossiter. I asked him not to come here after his wife told me about his troubles. But he said he was not married.\
It can be inferred from the story that ______.