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.
"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.