I intend--"
A maid appeared at the lower end of the hall. "Dinner is ready," she
said, and, giving the troubled pair one glance, went demurely into
the dining-room. Roscoe disregarded the interruption.
"I intend to know exactly what has been going on," he declared.
"I mean to know just what--"
Sibyl jumped up, almost touching him, standing face to face with him.
"Oh, you DO!" she cried, shrilly. "You mean to know just what's what,
do you? You listen to your sister insinuating ugly things about your
wife, and then you come home making a scene before the servants and
humiliating me in their presence! Do you suppose that Irish girl
didn't hear every word you said? You go in there and eat your dinner
alone! Go on! Go and eat your dinner alone--because I won't eat with
you!"
And she broke away from the detaining grasp he sought to fasten upon
her, and dashed up the stairway, panting. He heard the door of her
room slam overhead, and the sharp click of the key in the lock.
CHAPTER XVIII
At seven o'clock on the last morning of that month, Sheridan, passing
through the upper hall on his way to descend the stairs for breakfast,
found a couple of scribbled sheets of note-paper lying on the floor.
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