MRS. CULLINGHAM. We must go all the same! [_To JINNY._] Sometimes I think he takes too much medicine stuff! JINNY. I should think so! Peter, you ought to diet. PETER. I can't! I've tried, and I lose my appetite right away! MRS. CULLINGHAM. Good-by, dear. How long will you be in town? JINNY. I don't know--several weeks, I imagine. Jack came home on some business, you know, and I don't think it's settled yet. Good-by. [_To PETER._ PETER. Good-by. You know you mustn't drink water with your meals; that's the great thing. So I drink only champagne. [_He goes out Right._ MRS. CULLINGHAM. [_Waits and speaks to JINNY with real feeling._] I'm awfully ashamed of myself, and I hope I haven't made any trouble or fuss with my meddling. Don't let me! JINNY. No, of course not. [_With a strained smile._ MRS. CULLINGHAM. I wish I could believe you. JINNY. Well, _do_. MRS. CULLINGHAM. Good-by. [_She goes out Right._ JINNY. Good-by. Where's that telegram that came for him a little while ago? [_Going to the desk at Right, and finding the telegram._] Of course it's from her, saying that she's arrived. That's the trouble with telegrams; the address doesn't give the handwriting away. She must have sent it from the dock! Couldn't even wait till she was home! [_She walks to the window and stands there a moment, then comes back, looking at her watch._] Nearly seven already, and no sign of him, and we must dress and dine--huh! I think I might as well tear up my theatre tickets! [_She paces up and down the room, stopping now and then with each new thought that comes to her._] I wonder if he went down there to meet her--he must have known the boat; if he cabled her to come back, she must have cabled an answer and what boat she'd take! But no other telegram has come for Jack here to my knowledge--oh! of course, what am I thinking of, she sent _that one_ to _his office_ to-day; she was afraid he might have left before this one could get there, so she risked it here. Good Heavens! why am I maudling on like this to myself out loud? It's really nothing--Jack will _explain_ once more that he _can't_ explain, but that Ruth has "troubles," and I'll believe him again! But I won't! He promised me she should stay over there! [_Looks at her watch again._] He's there, with her! _Nothing ever_ kept him half as late down town as this! What a little fool I am! [_GEOFFREY enters suddenly Right._ JINNY. [_Cries out, joyfully._] Geoffrey! [_And rushing to him, embraces him._] You brute, you, not to come straight back to New York when you heard I was home! You dear old darling, you! GEOFFREY. I couldn't, old girl; there were reasons--I don't have to tell you I wanted to. JINNY. I don't know! Was there a pretty girl up there, Geof? I'm sure I shouldn't think her pretty if you were in love with her. I believe I shall be awfully jealous of your wife when you get one! GEOFFREY. Rubbish! Hasn't Jack come back yet? JINNY. "Come back" from where? GEOFFREY. Brooklyn.