"If you don't come away from that window and set on the sofa I shall have a conniption fit," she said.

Horace obeyed.

As he sat down he thought of Henry, and without stopping to think, inquired where he was.
"He went down to Mr.Meeks's," replied Sylvia, with calm decision.
Horace stared at her.

He wondered if she could possibly be lying, or if she really believed what she said.
He did not know what had happened that afternoon; neither did Rose.
Rose had gone out for a walk, and while Sylvia was alone a caller, Mrs.Jim Jones, had come.

Mrs.Jim Jones was a very small, angry-looking woman.