“Yes.”
“Down where? I don't understand you.”
“On what street?.... Down near Dyre's? I don't know any such family.” Here Mary called out, “Maybe they mean Dye's.”
“Dye's? Yes, I know where that is..... Galliver—that's the name is it? Very well, Mrs. Galliver, I'll be down in a little while.... Yes, just as soon as I can dress and get there.”
He proceeded to clothe himself very deliberately, but years of repression had taught Mary resignation.
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Three rings.
The doctor went with shoe in hand and again his wife was a listener.
“Yes..... Yes..... I'm just getting ready to go to see a patient...... It's a hurry call, is it? All right then, I'll come there first...... Yes, right away.”
As he put up the receiver he said to his wife, “Somebody else was trying to get me then, too, but couldn't make it.” Mary thought it well he couldn't since her husband was only one and indivisible.
“But he will probably try again after a little,” she thought, “and John will be gone and I won't know just where to find him.”