Mrs.Sheridan returned to her chair in the library.
"They won't bother you any more, papa," she said, in a comforting voice.
"She told me at lunch he'd 'phoned he wanted to come up this evening, and I said I thought he'd better wait a few days, but she said she'd already told him he could." She paused, then added, rather guiltily: "I got kind of a notion maybe Roscoe don't like him as much as he used to.

Maybe--maybe you better ask Roscoe, papa." And as Sheridan nodded solemnly, she concluded, in haste: "Don't say I said to.

I might be wrong about it, anyway." He nodded again, and they sat for some time in a silence which Mrs.
Sheridan broke with a little sniff, having fallen into a reverie that brought tears.

"That Miss Vertrees was a good girl," she said.

"SHE was all right." Her husband evidently had no difficulty in following her train of thought, for he nodded once more, affirmatively.
"Did you--How did you fix it about the--the Realty Company ?" she faltered.