CHAPTER XXVII.
Mrs.Sheridan, in a wrapper, noiselessly opened the door of her husband's room at daybreak the next morning, and peered within the darkened chamber.

At the "old" house they had shared a room, but the architect had chosen to separate them at the New, and they had not known how to formulate an objection, although to both of them something seemed vaguely reprehensible in the new arrangement.
Sheridan did not stir, and she was withdrawing her head from the aperture when he spoke.
"Oh, I'm AWAKE! Come in, if you want to, and shut the door." She came and sat by the bed.

"I woke up thinkin' about it," she explained.

"And the more I thought about it the surer I got I must be right, and I knew you'd be tormentin' yourself if you was awake, so--well, you got plenty other troubles, but I'm just sure you ain't goin' to have the worry with Bibbs it looks like." "You BET I ain't!" he grunted.
"Look how biddable he was about goin' back to the Works," she continued.
"He's a right good-hearted boy, really, and sometimes I honestly have to say he seems right smart, too.

Now and then he'll say something sounds right bright.