Does your daughter expect the piano back soon?"
"I--I believe not immediately. Mr. Sheridan came last evening to
hear her play because she had arranged with the--that is, it was
to be removed this afternoon. He seems almost well again."
"Yes." Sibyl nodded. "His father's going to try to start him to
work."
"He seems very delicate," said Mrs. Vertrees. "I shouldn't think
he would be able to stand a great deal, either physically or--" She
paused and then added, glowing with the sense of her own adroitness
--"or mentally."
"Oh, mentally Bibbs is all right," said Sibyl, in an odd voice.
"Entirely?" Mrs. Vertrees asked, breathlessly.
"Yes, entirely."
"But has he ALWAYS been?" This question came with the same anxious
eagerness.
"Certainly. He had a long siege of nervous dyspepsia, but he's over
it."
"And you think--"
"Bibbs is all right. You needn't wor--" Sibyl choked, and pressed
her handkerchief to her mouth. "Good night, Mrs. Vertrees," she said,
hurriedly, as the head-lights of an automobile swung round the corner
above, sending a brightening glare toward the edge of the pavement
where the two ladies were standing.
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