Edith returned his gaze with a mixture of astonishment and increasing anger, while Mr.Lamhorn was obviously disturbed, though Bibbs had been as considerate as possible in presenting the weather as a topic.

Bibbs had perceived that Lamhorn had nothing in his mind at any time except "personalities"-- he could talk about people and he could make love.

Bibbs, wishing to be courteous, offered the weather.
Lamhorn refused it, and concluded from Bibbs's luxurious attitude in the leather chair that this half-crazy brother was a permanent fixture for the rest of the evening.

There was not reason to hope that he would move, and Lamhorn found himself in danger of looking silly.
"I was just going," he said, rising.
"Oh NO!" Edith cried, sharply.
"Yes.

Good night! I think I--" "Too bad," said Bibbs, genially, walking to the door with the visitor, while Edith stood staring as the two disappeared in the hall.