"The girl Edith and her sister-in-law, Mrs.Roscoe Sheridan, were too anxious about the effect of things on me.
The father's worth a bushel of both of them, if they knew it.

He's what he is.

I like him." She paused reflectively, continuing, "Edith's 'interested' in that Lamhorn boy; he's good-looking and not stupid, but I think he's--" She interrupted herself with a cheery outcry: "Oh! I mustn't be calling him names! If he's trying to make Edith like him, I ought to respect him as a colleague." "I don't understand a thing you're talking about," Mrs.Vertrees complained.
"All the better! Well, he's a bad lot, that Lamhorn boy; everybody's always known that, but the Sheridans don't know the everybodies that know.

He sat between Edith and Mrs.Roscoe Sheridan.

SHE'S like those people you wondered about at the theater, the last time we went--dressed in ball-gowns; bound to show their clothes and jewels SOMEwhere! She flatters the father, and so did I, for that matter--but not that way.