"I presume you are quite settled out there."
"No; we have left Chicago. Mrs. Rogers has merely remained to finish
up a little packing."
"Oh, indeed! Are you coming back to Boston?"
"I cannot say as yet. We sometimes think of so doing."
Lapham turned away and looked up at the building. His wife pulled a
little at her glove, as if embarrassed, or even pained. She tried to
make a diversion.
"We are building a house," she said, with a meaningless laugh.
"Oh, indeed," said Mr. Rogers, looking up at it.