"
"What do you want to tell me?" she demanded, brusquely.
"Lamhorn made love to Sibyl," he said.
Edith hooted. "SHE did to HIM! And because you overheard that spat
between us the other day when I the same as accused her of it, and
said something like that to you afterward--"
"No," he said, gravely. "I KNOW."
"How?"
"I was there, one day a week ago, with Roscoe, and I heard Sibyl and
Lamhorn--"
Edith screamed with laughter. "You were with ROSCOE--and you heard
Lamhorn making love to Sibyl!"
"No. I heard them quarreling."
"You're funnier than ever, Bibbs!" she cried. "You say he made love
to her because you heard them quarreling!"
"That's it. If you want to know what's 'between' people, you can--by
the way they quarrel."
"You'll kill me, Bibbs! What were they quarreling about?"
"Nothing. That's how I knew. People who quarrel over nothing!--it's
always certain--"
Edith stopped laughing abruptly, but continued her mockery. "You
ought to know. You've had so much experience, yourself!"
"I haven't any, Edith," he said. "My life has been about as exciting
as an incubator chicken's. But I look out through the glass at
things.
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