You can't make her think
less of him, either. Nobody can. Your only chance is that she'll
do it for herself, and if you give her time and go easy she probably
will. Marriage would do it for her quickest, but that's just what
you don't want, and as you DON'T want it, you'd better--"
"I can't stand any more!" Sheridan burst out. "If it's come to BIBBS
advisin' me how to run this house I better resign. Mamma, where's
that nigger George? Maybe HE'S got some plan how I better manage my
family. Bibbs, for God's sake go and lay down! 'Let her see him all
she wants'! Oh, Lord! here's wisdom; here's--"
"Bibbs," said Mrs. Sheridan, "if you haven't got anything to do, you
might step over and take Sibyl's wraps home--she left 'em in the hall.
I don't think you seem to quiet your poor father very much just now."
"All right." And Bibbs bore Sibyl's wraps across the street and
delivered them to Roscoe, who met him at the door. Bibbs said only,
"Forgot these," and, "Good night, Roscoe," cordially and cheerfully,
and returned to the New House. His mother and father were still
talking in the library, but with discretion he passed rapidly on
and upward to his own room, and there he proceeded to write in his
note-book.
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