"Oh, lots of things are a shame," she returned flippantly, and they went into the living-room.
But when a week had passed without hearing anything from Gregory, Mary rang up his office. He was out of town. No, they did not know when he would be back, exactly, certainly not for another three weeks. He was at the Palmer place.
"Well I'll be darned!" Dr. Mary apostrophized the tip of her cigarette, and in acquiescence, the little ash-head fell off. "That's not like him one single bit. Not even if he was called away in a hurry. I wonder what——"
She did not see Jean for two days, but when she did, asked abruptly:
"Have you heard from Gregory yet?"
"No. Have you?"
"I rang up the office. He's gone to the Palmer place, will be gone for a month."
Under pretext of laying aside her things, Jean turned away.
"I suppose they rushed things at the end, one of the whims of the idle rich."
"That's no reason for his acting like a boor."