"She went straight to her room."
"Yes—and locked herself in. She always does that. Well, I suppose I shall see her next week." And Mrs. Touchett＇s husband slowly resumed his former posture.
"Before that," said Miss Archer. "She＇s coming down to dinner—at eight o＇clock. Don＇t you forget a quarter to seven," she added, turning with a smile to Ralph.
"What＇s to happen at a quarter to seven?"
"I＇m to see my mother," said Ralph.