Chapter8

#Chapter8

A MOTHER'S DESPERATE SCHEME.

/"What makes you think the young architect is in love with Jessie Bain, mother? I think it is an absurd idea./"

/"Why do you call it absurd?/" returned Mrs. Varrick. /"It is perfectly natural./"

Hubert turned on her in a rage so great that it fairly appalled her.

/"Why did you permit this sort of thing to go on, mother?/" he cried. /"It is all your fault. You are accountable for it, I say./"

Mrs. Varrick rose from her seat and looked haughtily at her son, her heart beating with great, stifling throbs. In all the years of their lives they had never before exchanged one cross word with each other, and in that moment she hated, with all the strength of her soul, the girl who had sown discord between them, and she wished that Heaven had stricken the girl dead ere her son had looked upon her face.