"Precisely. The sympathies!"
"Perhaps," she faltered, "perhaps you might feel easier if I could
have a little talk with some one?"
"With whom?"
"I had thought of--not going about it too brusquely, of course, but
perhaps just waiting for his name to be mentioned, if I happened to
be talking with somebody that knew the family--and then I might find
a chance to say that I was sorry to hear he'd been ill so much, and
--Something of that kind perhaps?"
"You don't know anybody that knows the family."
"Yes. That is--well, in a way, of course, one OF the family. That
Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan is not a--that is, she's rather a pleasant-faced
little woman, I think, and of course rather ordinary. I think she
is interested about--that is, of course, she'd be anxious to be more
intimate with Mary, naturally. She's always looking over here from
her house; she was looking out the window this afternoon when Mary
went out, I noticed--though I don't think Mary saw her. I'm sure she
wouldn't think it out of place to--to be frank about matters. She
called the other day, and Mary must rather like her--she said that
evening that the call had done her good.
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