"How do you mean changed?" Florence was instantly in arms.
"Well, it couldn't go on that way forever, Florence," Rachael said pleasantly.
Rendered profoundly uneasy by her tone, the other woman was silent for a moment.
"Perhaps it is just as well to make different plans for the summer," she said presently. "We all get on each other's nerves sometimes, and change or separation does us a world of good."
"Doctor Gregory! Doctor Gregory! At the telephone!" chanted a club attendant, passing through the tea-room.
"On the tennis courts," Mrs. Breckenridge said, without turning her head. "You had better make it a message: explain that he's playing!"
"I didn't see him go down," remarked Florence, diverted.
"His car came in about half an hour ago; he and Joe Butler went down to the courts without coming into the club at all," Rachael said.
"I wonder what he's doing this summer?" mused the older lady.
"I believe he's going to take his mother abroad with him," said the well-informed Rachael. "She'll visit some friends in England and Ireland, and then join him. He's to do the Alps with someone, and meet her in Rome."