"
"I wasn't," he explained, moving to depart. "I'd just brought Miss
Vertrees home."
"What?" she cried.
"Yes," he said, and stepped out upon the porch, "that was it. Good
night, Sibyl."
"Wait!" she said, following him across the threshold. "How did that
happen? I thought you were going to wait while those men filled the--
the--" She paused, but moved nearer him insistently.
"I did wait. Miss Vertrees was there," he said, reluctantly. "She
had walked away for a while and didn't notice that the carriages were
leaving. When she came back the coupe waiting for me was the only one
left."
Sibyl regarded him with dilating eyes. She spoke with a slow
breathlessness. "And she drove home from Jim's funeral--with you!"
Without warning she burst into laughter, clapped her hand
ineffectually over her mouth, and ran back uproariously into the
house, hurling the door shut behind her.
CHAPTER XIII
Bibbs went home pondering. He did not understand why Sibyl had
laughed. The laughter itself had been spontaneous and beyond
suspicion, but it seemed to him that she had only affected the effort
to suppress it and that she wished it to be significant.
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