Mr. Sheridan has been so
engrossed in business ever since he was a mere boy, why, of course--"
She paused, with the air of having completed an explanation.
"Of course," said Mary, sympathetically accepting it.
"Yes. I've been seeing quite a lot of the Kittersbys since that
afternoon," Sibyl went on. "They're really delightful people.
Indeed they are! Yes--"
She stopped with unconscious abruptness, her mind plainly wandering to
another matter; and Mary perceived that she had come upon a definite
errand. Moreover, a tensing of Sibyl's eyelids, in that moment of
abstraction as she looked aside from her hostess, indicated that the
errand was a serious one for the caller and easily to be connected
with the slight but perceptible agitation underlying her assumption of
cheerful ease. There was a restlessness of breathing, a restlessness
of hands.
"Mrs. 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.
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