However, he went obediently to the gilt-and-brocade room in which his
mother and his sister and his sister-in-law had helplessly withdrawn,
according to their Sabbatical custom. Edith sat in a corner, tapping
her feet together and looking at them; Sibyl sat in the center of the
room, examining a brooch which she had detached from her throat; and
Mrs. Sheridan was looking over a collection of records consisting
exclusively of Caruso and rag-time. She selected one of the latter,
remarking that she thought it "right pretty," and followed it with one
of the former and the same remark.
As the second reached its conclusion, George appeared in the broad
doorway, seeming to have an errand there, but he did not speak.
Instead, he favored Edith with a benevolent smile, and she immediately
left the room, George stepping aside for her to precede him, and
then disappearing after her in the hall with an air of successful
diplomacy. He made it perfectly clear that Edith had given him secret
instructions and that it had been his pride and pleasure to fulfil
them to the letter.
Sibyl stiffened in her chair; her lips parted, and she watched with
curious eyes the vanishing back of the white jacket.
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