Sheridan!"
Honest Roscoe was taken aback, and "Why?" was all he managed to say.
She repeated the look deliberately, which was noted, with a
mystification equal to his own, by his sister across the table.
No one, reflected Edith, could image Mary Vertrees the sort of girl
who would "really flirt" with married men--she was obviously the
"opposite of all that." Edith defined her as a "thoroughbred,"
a "nice girl"; and the look given to Roscoe was astounding. Roscoe's
wife saw it, too, and she was another whom it puzzled--though not
because its recipient was married.
"Because!" said Mary Vertrees, replying to Roscoe's monosyllable.
"And also because we're next-door neighbors at table, and it's dull
times ahead for both of us if we don't get along."
Roscoe was a literal young man, all stocks and bonds, and he had been
brought up to believe that when a man married he "married and settled
down." It was "all right," he felt, for a man as old as his father to
pay florid compliments to as pretty a girl as this Miss Vertrees, but
for himself--"a young married man"--it wouldn't do; and it wouldn't
even be quite moral. 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.
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