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Sheridan, under her husband's sharp tutelage, proved an effective one. Edith was reduced to telephoning Lamhorn from shops whenever she could juggle her mother into a momentary distraction over a counter. Edith was incomparably more in love than before Lamhorn's expulsion. Her whole being was nothing but the determination to hurdle everything that separated her from him.
Lamhorn refused it, and concluded from Bibbs's luxurious attitude in the leather chair that this half-crazy brother was a permanent fixture for the rest of the evening. There was not reason to hope that he would move, and Lamhorn found himself in danger of looking silly. "I was just going," he said, rising. "Oh NO!" Edith cried, sharply. "Yes. Good night! I think I "
"I never expected I'd have to say anything like this to anybody I MARRIED; but I was going to ask you what was the matter between you and Lamhorn." Sibyl uttered a sharp monosyllable. "Well?" "I felt the time had come for me to know about it," he went on. "You never told me anything " "You never asked," she interposed, curtly. "Well, we'd got in a way of not talking much," said Roscoe.
But there were other sounds: a rustling and murmur, whispering, low protesting cadences in a male voice. And as Mrs. Sheridan started another record, a sudden, vital resolve leaped like fire in the eyes of Sibyl. She walked down the hall and straight into the smoking-room. Lamhorn and Edith both sprang to their feet, separating.
Somehow, that's got to be managed, because Lamhorn is going to hurry it on as fast as he can. He told me so last night. He said he was going to marry her the first minute he could persuade her to it and little Edith's all ready to be persuaded!" Sibyl's eyes flashed green again. "And he swore he'd do it," she panted. "He swore he'd marry Edith Sheridan, and nothing on earth could stop him!"
Father and mother have gone up-stairs; I sha'n't be going up for several hours, and there didn't seem to be anybody left for me to chat with except you and Mr. Lamhorn." "'CHAT with'!" she echoed, incredulously. "I can talk about almost anything," said Bibbs with an air of genial politeness. "It doesn't matter to ME. I don't know much about business if that's what you happened to be talking about.
"Those two!" she exclaimed, sharply; and then, with thoroughgoing contempt: "Lamhorn! That's like them!" She turned away, went to the bare little black mantel, and stood leaning upon it. Presently she asked: "WHEN did Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan say that 'no girl' could care about you?" "To-day." Mary drew a deep breath. "I think I'm beginning to understand a little."
Now, he'd never in the world let Lamhorn come near the house again if he knew his reputation. So, you see, somebody's got to tell him. It isn't a very easy position for me, is it, Miss Vertrees?" "No," said Mary, gravely. "Well, to be frank," said Sibyl, smiling, "that's why I've come to you." "To ME!" Mary frowned. Sibyl rippled and cooed again.
He knew that young married people might have friendships, like his wife's for Lamhorn; but Sibyl and Lamhorn never "flirted" they were always very matter-of-fact with each other. Roscoe would have been troubled if Sibyl had ever told Lamhorn she hoped he was susceptible. "Yes we're neighbors," he said, awkwardly. "Next-door neighbors in houses, too," she added. "No, not exactly.
She's the very apple of Father Sheridan's eye, and he's as proud of her as he is of Jim and Roscoe. It would be a horrible thing for him to have her marry a man like Robert Lamhorn; but he doesn't KNOW anything about him, and if somebody doesn't tell him, what I'm most afraid of is that Edith might get his consent and hurry on the wedding before he finds out, and then it would be too late.
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