“No, no!”
“Nor written?”
“Not he!”
“Nor sent a telegram?”
“No, my dear, no.”
“Then, all I can say is that it’s very disgraceful.”
“Out all night, and of course poor Gertrude as anxious—”
“As if she was his wife,” added the lawyer, hanging up his hat and light overcoat.
“More,” said Mrs Hampton. “You would not find a wife so anxious if a husband behaved like that.”
“No, my dear, of course not. There, I’ll go up and dress. I say, you will not wait dinner for him, as you would breakfast?” said the old lawyer, who looked upon his dinner as the most important event of the twenty-four hours.