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He seemed to feel that he had begun a conversation the support of which had now become the pleasurable duty of other parties; and he sat expectantly, looking first at his sister, then at Lamhorn, as if implying that it was their turn to speak. Edith returned his gaze with a mixture of astonishment and increasing anger, while Mr.
"Why, yes; the Kittersbys and you and all of us Sheridans, I mean." "No," said Mary. "We shouldn't consider Mr. Robert Lamhorn a friend of ours." To her surprise, Sibyl nodded eagerly, as if greatly pleased. "That's just the way Mrs. Kittersby talked!" she cried, with a vehemence that made Mary stare. "Yes, and I hear that's the way ALL you old families here speak of him!"
Sheridan tell me that Bibbs warned you Edith would marry Lamhorn in New York?" Sheridan went completely to pieces: he swore, while his wife screamed and stopped her ears. And as he swore he pounded the table with his wounded hand, and when the doctor, after storming at him ineffectively, sprang to catch and protect that hand, Sheridan wrenched it away, tearing the bandage.
"I don't understand a thing you're talking about," Mrs. Vertrees complained. "All the better! Well, he's a bad lot, that Lamhorn boy; everybody's always known that, but the Sheridans don't know the everybodies that know. He sat between Edith and Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan.
"You see," she said, more quietly, "whatever's going to be done ought to be done right away. I went over and told Mother Sheridan what I'd heard about Lamhorn oh, I was open and aboveboard! I told her right before Edith. I think it ought all to be done with perfect frankness, because nobody can say it isn't for the girl's own good and what her best friend would do.
Lamhorn was obviously disturbed, though Bibbs had been as considerate as possible in presenting the weather as a topic. Bibbs had perceived that Lamhorn had nothing in his mind at any time except "personalities" he could talk about people and he could make love. Bibbs, wishing to be courteous, offered the weather.
But the poem itself was rather simple and wistful and nice he read it to us, though Edith tried to stop him. She was modest about it, and said she'd never written anything else. And then, after a while, Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan asked me to come across the street to her house with them her husband and Edith and Mr. Lamhorn and Jim Sheridan " Mrs. Vertrees was shocked. "'Jim'!" she exclaimed.
Bibbs gazed for a while at the fire; then he rose abruptly, like a man who has come to a decision, and briskly sought the room it was called "the smoking-room" where Edith sat with Mr. Lamhorn. They looked up in no welcoming manner, at Bibbs's entrance, and moved their chairs to a less conspicuous adjacency.
"Sit just as you were both of you!" she said. And then to Edith: "Did you tell my husband I had been telephoning to Lamhorn?" "You march out of here!" said Edith, fiercely. "March straight out of here!" Sibyl leveled a forefinger at Lamhorn. "Did you tell her I'd been telephoning you I wanted you to come?" "Oh, good God!" Lamhorn said. "Hush!"
"NO!" she cried, and with that they both laughed again; and the pastime proceeded, increasing both in its gaiety and in its gravity. Observing its continuance, Mr. Robert Lamhorn, opposite, turned from a lively conversation with Edith and remarked covertly to Sibyl that Miss Vertrees was "starting rather picturesquely with Jim." And he added, languidly, "Do you suppose she WOULD?"
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