I'm going to make you take a little brandy." He let her have her own way, following her into the dining-room, and was grateful when she brought him a tiny glass filled from one of the decanters on the sideboard.

Roscoe gloomily poured for himself a much heavier libation in a larger glass; and the two men sat, while Sibyl leaned against the sideboard, reviewing the episodes of the day and recalling the names of the donors of flowers and wreaths.

She pressed Bibbs to remain longer when he rose to go, and then, as he persisted, she went with him to the front door.

He opened it, and she said: "Bibbs, you were coming out of the Vertreeses' house when we met you.
How did you happen to be there ?" "I had only been to the door," he said.

"Good night, Sibyl." "Wait," she insisted.