"Six would be better. I promised Rachael to see her to-night before eight."
"All right. Six. How's everything?"
"Beyond our dreams. Did you put on the turret?"
"Worse. A cupola with an electric globe on top, a kind of spherical Star of Bethlehem."
"Nothing but a blue-print will convince me. Bring it down."
She hung up and sat staring at the floor until a sudden cessation of voices in the next room attracted her. Reluctantly she went back.
"We've decided to continue the Casey milk for another week, Mrs. Herrick, until I have had time to look more thoroughly into the reason of Casey's losing his last job."
Mrs. J. William Dalton's expression conveyed that after that, not even Jean herself could do anything.
"Very well, I think that would be wisest." Jean did not sit down again, but stood at the table fingering the mass of records. "And I think we've done enough for to-day."
Mrs. Dalton opened her lips, thought better of it, and made no objection. It was hot, and if she started to fight out the Monarco case with Berna it would be another hour before she could get home, take off her corsets, and have William forbid her "once and for all to go getting all tired out with that Charity dope."