James Sheridan, Junior, because he didn't
see anything out of place in the Sheridan Building in sugar."
Mrs. Vertrees's expression had lost none of its anxiety pending the
conclusion of this lively bit of analysis, and she shook her head
gravely. "My dear, dear child," she said, "it seems to me--It looks
--I'm afraid--"
"Say as much of it as you can, mamma," said Mary, encouragingly.
"I can get it, if you'll just give me one key-word."
"Everything you say," Mrs. Vertrees began, timidly, "seems to have
the air of--it is as if you were seeking to--to make yourself--"
"Oh, I see! You mean I sound as if I were trying to force myself
to like him."
"Not exactly, Mary. That wasn't quite what I meant," said Mrs.
Vertrees, speaking direct untruth with perfect unconsciousness.
"But you said that--that you found the latter part of the evening
at young Mrs. Sheridan's unentertaining--"
"And as Mr. James Sheridan was there, and I saw more of him than
at dinner, and had a horribly stupid time in spite of that, you
think I--" And then it was Mary who left the deduction unfinished.
Mrs. Vertrees nodded; and though both the mother and the daughter
understood, Mary felt it better to make the understanding definite.
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