Cass Timberlane, A Novel of Husbands and Wives by Sinclair Lewis

This October week, Cass had a wriggling heap of divorces in his court, along with a good clean burglary and one lively carnal- knowledge case. He worked late in his chambers or at home, and all week he did not once see Jinny. Saturday, he went reluctantly off on what was supposed to be a joyful duck-hunting stag, at Dr. Drover's log hunting lodge near Lake Vermilion.

-"Roy's Retreat" had cost a good many appendectomies for its varnished logs, its fieldstone fireplace, and many a humble tonsil had gladly sacrificed itself for the Navajo blankets, the Mexican pottery, the rack of English shotguns, and the hotel-size refrigerator.