"Yes, she is." "Edith had to leave town, and so Sibyl thinks she'll have to, too!" "Oh, I wouldn't put it that way," Roscoe protested, drearily.
"No, I hear YOU wouldn't!" There was a bitter gibe in the father's voice, and he added: "It's a good thing she's goin' abroad--if she'll stay there.

I shouldn't think any of us want her here any more--you least of all!" "It's no use your talking that way," said Roscoe.

"You won't do any good." "Well, when are you comin' back to your office ?" Sheridan used a brisker, kinder tone.

"Three weeks since you showed up there at all.
When you goin' to be ready to cut out whiskey and all the rest o' the foolishness and start in again?
You ought to be able to make up for a lot o' lost time and a lot o' spilt milk when that woman takes herself out o' the way and lets you and all the rest of us alone." "It's no use, father, I tell you.

I know what Gurney was going to say to you.