Don't you think it might
be wise?"
"Wise? I don't know. I feel the whole matter is impossible."
"Yes, so do I," she returned, promptly. "It isn't really a thing
we should be considering seriously, of course. Still--"
"I should say not! But possibly--"
Thus they skirmished up and down the field, but before they turned
the lights out and went up-stairs it was thoroughly understood between
them that Mrs. Vertrees should seek the earliest opportunity to obtain
definite information from Sibyl Sheridan concerning the mental and
physical status of Bibbs. And if he were subject to attacks of
lunacy, the unhappy pair decided to prevent the sacrifice they
supposed their daughter intended to make of herself. Altogether, if
there were spiteful ghosts in the old house that night, eavesdropping
upon the woeful comedy, they must have died anew of laughter!
Mrs. Vertrees's opportunity occurred the very next afternoon.
Darkness had fallen, and the piano-movers had come. They were
carrying the piano down the front steps, and Mrs. Vertrees was
standing in the open doorway behind them, preparing to withdraw,
when she heard a sharp exclamation; and Mrs.
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