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She saw Sibyl entreating, beseeching, threatening despairingly, and Lamhorn tired of her first evasive, then brutally letting her have the truth; and at last, infuriated, "swearing" to marry her rival. If Sibyl had not babbled out the word "swore" it might have been less plain. The poor woman blundered on, wholly unaware of what she had confessed.
"Mary Vertrees had mamma and Sibyl and I to tea, one afternoon two weeks or so ago, and she had some women there that Sibyl's been crazy to get in with, and she just laid herself out to make a hit with 'em, and she's been running after 'em ever since, and now she comes over here and says THEY say Bobby Lamhorn is so bad that, even though they like his family, none of the nice people in town would let him in their houses.
YOU didn't have any other reason! OH no! YOU don't want to break it up between Bobby Lamhorn and me because " "Edie, Edie! Now, now!" "Oh, hush up, mamma! I'd like to know, then, if she says her new friends tell her he's got such a reputation that he oughtn't to come here, what about his not going to HER house. How " "I've explained that to Mother Sheridan."
Kittersby and her daughter were chatting about some to the people here in town the other day," said Sibyl, repeating the cooing and protracting it. "They said something that took ME by surprise! We were talking about our mutual friend, Mr. Robert Lamhorn " Mary interrupted her promptly. "Do you mean 'mutual' to include my mother and me?" she asked.
She was unconscious of the approach of the pedestrian from the north, and did not see him until she had opened the gate and he was almost beside her. Then she looked up, and as she saw him she started visibly. And if this thing had happened to Robert Lamhorn, he would have had a thought far beyond the horizon of faint-hearted Bibbs's thoughts. Lamhorn, indeed, would have spoken his thought.
But it's horribly out of date to have those things in dining-rooms, and I caught Bobby Lamhorn giggling at it; and Sibyl made fun of it, too, with Bobby, and then told papa she agreed with him about its being such a fine thing, and said he did just right to insist on having it where he wanted it. She makes me tired! Sibyl!"
The father's worth a bushel of both of them, if they knew it. He's what he is. I like him." She paused reflectively, continuing, "Edith's 'interested' in that Lamhorn boy; he's good-looking and not stupid, but I think he's " She interrupted herself with a cheery outcry: "Oh! I mustn't be calling him names! If he's trying to make Edith like him, I ought to respect him as a colleague."
"Not sick, are you?" "No." Sheridan was puzzled; then, abruptly, he decided to ask his question. "I wanted to talk to you about that young Lamhorn," he said. "I guess your mother thinks he's comin' to see Edith pretty often, and you known him longer'n any of us, so " "I won't," said Roscoe, thickly "I won't say a dam' thing about him!"
But you aren't in business, are you, Mr. Lamhorn?" "Not now," returned Lamhorn, shortly. "I'm not, either," said Bibbs. "It was getting cloudier than usual, I noticed, just before dark, and there was wind from the southwest. Rain to-morrow, I shouldn't be surprised."
Roscoe followed her heavily, his eyes on the ground. "NOW THEN!" said Sheridan to Lamhorn. The words were indefinite, but the voice was not. Neither was the vicious gesture of the bandaged hand, which concluded its orbit in the direction of the door in a manner sufficient for the swift dispersal of George and Jackson and several female servants who hovered behind Mrs. Sheridan. They fled lightly.
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