The event of Loreen's stumbling through the gutter dead-drunk always made the Rectangle laugh and jest.

But Loreen staggering along with a young lady from the society circles uptown supporting her, was another thing.

The Rectangle viewed it with soberness and more or less wondering admiration.
When they finally reached Mr.Gray's lodging place the woman who answered Virginia's knock said that both Mr.and Mrs.Gray were out somewhere and would not be back until six o'clock.
Virginia had not planned anything farther than a possible appeal to the Grays, either to take charge of Loreen for a while or find some safe place for her until she was sober.

She stood now at the door after the woman had spoken, and she was really at a loss to know what to do.

Loreen sank down stupidly on the steps and buried her face in her arms.