Edith returned his
gaze with a mixture of astonishment and increasing anger, while Mr.
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.
Lamhorn refused it, and concluded from Bibbs's luxurious attitude
in the leather chair that this half-crazy brother was a permanent
fixture for the rest of the evening. There was not reason to hope
that he would move, and Lamhorn found himself in danger of looking
silly.
"I was just going," he said, rising.
"Oh NO!" Edith cried, sharply.
"Yes. Good night! I think I--"
"Too bad," said Bibbs, genially, walking to the door with the visitor,
while Edith stood staring as the two disappeared in the hall. She
heard Bibbs offering to "help" Lamhorn with his overcoat and the
latter rather curtly declining assistance, these episodes of departure
being followed by the closing of the outer door. She ran into the
hall.
"What's the matter with you?" she cried, furiously.
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