He knew that young married people might have friendships, like his wife's for Lamhorn; but Sibyl and Lamhorn never "flirted"-- they were always very matter-of-fact with each other.

Roscoe would have been troubled if Sibyl had ever told Lamhorn she hoped he was susceptible.
"Yes--we're neighbors," he said, awkwardly.
"Next-door neighbors in houses, too," she added.
"No, not exactly.

I live across the street." "Why, no!" she exclaimed, and seemed startled.

"Your mother told me this afternoon that you lived at home." "Yes, of course I live at home.

I built that new house across the street." "But you--" she paused, confused, and then slowly a deep color came into her cheek.