"O, you dear! I've been thinking about you all day. Did you see your woman doctor?"
"Yes."
"Did you like her?"
"Well, I don't know—yes, I think I do. I didn't at first."
"Where else did you go?"
"Nowhere. I came home to lunch."
"Eat alone?" Mary was taking off her things and was more than usually fragmentary.
"No. Mr. Taylor was there." Mary faced her.
"Now see here, Rose Dutcher, do you want to break my heart into smithereens? If you do, you go on lunching with Owen Taylor."
Rose laughed at her tone of simulated sorrow and dismay.