"Do you want the
neighbors in?" Sheridan thundered.
There fell a shocking silence. Frenzied Sibyl saw her husband and
his mother in the doorway, and she understood what she had done.
She moved slowly toward the door; then suddenly she began to run.
She ran into the hall, and through it, and out of the house. Roscoe
followed her heavily, his eyes on the ground.
"NOW THEN!" said Sheridan to Lamhorn.
The words were indefinite, but the voice was not. Neither was the
vicious gesture of the bandaged hand, which concluded its orbit
in the direction of the door in a manner sufficient for the swift
dispersal of George and Jackson and several female servants who
hovered behind Mrs. Sheridan. They fled lightly.
"Papa, papa!" wailed Mrs. Sheridan. "Look at your hand! You'd
oughtn't to been so rough with Edie; you hurt your hand on her
shoulder. Look!"
There was, in fact, a spreading red stain upon the bandages at the
tips of the fingers, and Sheridan put his hand back in the sling.
"Now then!" he repeated. "You goin' to leave my house?"
"He will NOT!" sobbed Edith. "Don't you DARE order him out!"
"Don't you bother, dear," said Lamhorn, quietly.
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