"Did you?"
"Yes. What's he gone there for this morning?"
"I suppose he's staying there."
Mrs. Armine put down the cup she was lifting to her lips.
"Staying! Doctor Isaacson!" she said, staring at her husband.
"I suppose so."
"But—do you mean he has left here?"
"Yes. He went away last night."
"Why? Why?"
"Why? Well—well, we had a discussion. It ended in a disagreement, and he left the house."