She mentally elevated her son to the dignity of an audience.

She felt sure that the tableau was interesting.
"You might keep some of your kisses for me, Sibyl, I think," said the lad with a good-natured grumble.
"Ah! but you don't like being kissed, Jim," she cried.

"You are a dreadful old bear." And she ran across the room and hugged him.
James Vane looked into his sister's face with tenderness.

"I want you to come out with me for a walk, Sibyl.

I don't suppose I shall ever see this horrid London again.