"What do you
MEAN? How did you dare come in there when you knew--"
Her voice broke; she made a gesture of rage and despair, and ran up
the stairs, sobbing. She fled to her mother's room, and when Bibbs
came up, a few minutes later, Mrs. Sheridan met him at his door.
"Oh, Bibbs," she said, shaking her head woefully, "you'd oughtn't
to distress your sister! She says you drove that young man right
out of the house. You'd ought to been more considerate."
Bibbs smiled faintly, noting that Edith's door was open, with Edith's
naive shadow motionless across its threshold. "Yes," he said. "He
doesn't appear to be much of a 'man's man.' He ran at just a glimpse
of one."
Edith's shadow moved; her voice came quavering: "You call yourself
one?"
"No, no," he answered. "I said, 'just a glimpse of one.' I didn't
claim--" But her door slammed angrily; and he turned to his mother.
"There," he said, sighing. "That's almost the first time in my life
I ever tried to be a man of action, mother, and I succeeded perfectly
in what I tried to do. As a consequence I feel like a horse-thief!"
"You hurt her feelin's," she groaned. "You must 'a' gone at it too
rough, Bibbs.
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