There was a restlessness of breathing, a restlessness of hands.
"Mrs.Kittersby and her daughter were chatting about some to the people here in town the other day," said Sibyl, repeating the cooing and protracting it.

"They said something that took ME by surprise! We were talking about our mutual friend, Mr.Robert Lamhorn--" Mary interrupted her promptly.

"Do you mean 'mutual' to include my mother and me ?" she asked.
"Why, yes; the Kittersbys and you and all of us Sheridans, I mean." "No," said Mary.

"We shouldn't consider Mr.Robert Lamhorn a friend of ours." To her surprise, Sibyl nodded eagerly, as if greatly pleased.

"That's just the way Mrs.Kittersby talked!" she cried, with a vehemence that made Mary stare.