"
"Well, then," she said, "if you look out through the glass you must
know what effect such stuff would have upon ME!" She rose, visibly
agitated. "What if it WAS true?" she demanded, bitterly. "What if
it was true a hundred times over? You sit there with your silly face
half ready to giggle and half ready to sniffle, and tell me stories
like that, about Sibyl picking on Bobby Lamhorn and worrying him to
death, and you think it matters to ME? What if I already KNEW all
about their 'quarreling'? What if I understood WHY she--" She broke
off with a violent gesture, a sweep of her arm extended at full
length, as if she hurled something to the ground. "Do you think
a girl that really cared for a man would pay any attention to THAT?
Or to YOU, Bibbs Sheridan!"
He looked at her steadily, and his gaze was as keen as it was steady.
She met it with unwavering pride. Finally he nodded slowly, as if she
had spoken and he meant to agree with what she said.
"Ah, yes," he said. "I won't come into the smoking-room again. I'm
sorry, Edith. Nobody can make you see anything now. You'll never see
until you see for yourself. The rest of us will do better to keep out
of it--especially me!"
"That's sensible," she responded, curtly.
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