No one appeared to be taking the slightest notice of one of many flirtations.

At least, whatever his wife's infatuation, he could avert gossip.

Mrs.Thornton might be a tigress, but she was not a cat.
"When do you go down to Burlingame ?" she asked.
"Not for two or three weeks yet.

I don't fancy merely sleeping in the country.

But by that time things will ease up a bit and I can get down every day in time to have a game of golf before dinner." "Shall Mrs.Ruyler migrate with the rest ?" "Hardly." "It will be dull for her in town.