High voices sounded in the hall just outside his door; and it became evident that a woman's quarrel was in progress, the parties to it having begun it in Edith's room, and continuing it vehemently as they came out into the hall.
"Yes, you BETTER go home!" Bibbs heard his sister vociferating, shrilly.
"You better go home and keep your mind a little more on your HUSBAND!" "Edie, Edie!" he heard his mother remonstrating, as peacemaker.
"You see here!" This was Sibyl, and her voice was both acrid and tremulous.

"Don't you talk to me that way! I came here to tell Mother Sheridan what I'd heard, and to let her tell Father Sheridan if she thought she ought to, and I did it for your own good." "Yes, you did!" And Edith's gibing laughter tooted loudly.

"Yes, you did! YOU didn't have any other reason! OH no! YOU don't want to break it up between Bobby Lamhorn and me because--" "Edie, Edie! Now, now!" "Oh, hush up, mamma! I'd like to know, then, if she says her new friends tell her he's got such a reputation that he oughtn't to come here, what about his not going to HER house.

How--" "I've explained that to Mother Sheridan." Sibyl's voice indicated that she was descending the stairs.

"Married people are not the same.