"Yes, I'll look out! I'd 'a' told you to-day he wasn't to be allowed
on the premises, but I had other things on my mind. I had Abercrombie
look up this young man privately, and he's no 'count. He's no 'count
on earth! He's no good! He's NOTHIN'! But it wouldn't matter if
he was George Washington, after what's happened and what I've heard
to-night!"
"But, papa," Mrs. Sheridan began, "if Edie says it was all Sibyl's
fault, makin' up to him, and he never encouraged her much, nor--"
"'S enough!" he roared. "He keeps off these premises! And if any
of you so much as ever speak his name to me again--"
But Edith screamed, clapping her hands over her ears to shut out the
sound of his voice, and ran up-stairs, sobbing loudly, followed by
her mother. However, Mrs. Sheridan descended a few minutes later and
joined her husband in the library. Bibbs, still sitting in his gold
chair, saw her pass, roused himself from reverie, and strolled in
after her.
"She locked her door," said Mrs. Sheridan, shaking her head woefully.
"She wouldn't even answer me. They wasn't a sound from her room."
"Well," said her husband, "she can settle her mind to it.
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