"He doesn't
understand. YOU mustn't be troubled." Pallor was becoming to him;
he looked very handsome, and as he left the room he seemed in the
girl's distraught eyes a persecuted noble, indifferent to the rabble
yawping insult at his heels--the rabble being enacted by her father.
"Don't come back, either!" said, Sheridan, realistic in this
impersonation. "Keep off the premises!" he called savagely into
the hall. "This family's through with you!"
"It is NOT!" Edith cried, breaking from her mother. "You'll SEE about
that! You'll find out! You'll find out what'll happen! What's HE
done? I guess if I can stand it, it's none of YOUR business, is it?
What's HE done, I'd like to know? You don't know anything about it.
Don't you s'pose he told ME? She was crazy about him soon as he began
going there, and he flirted with her a little. That's everything he
did, and it was before he met ME! After that he wouldn't, and it
wasn't anything, anyway--he never was serious a minute about it. SHE
wanted it to be serious, and she was bound she wouldn't give him up.
He told her long ago he cared about me, but she kept persecuting him
and--"
"Yes," said Sheridan, sternly; "that's HIS side of it! That'll do!
He doesn't come in this house again!"
"You look out!" Edith cried.
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