Chapter7

#Chapter7

EVERY YOUNG GIRL WOULD LIKE A LOVER. AND WHY NOT? FOR LOVE IS THE GRANDEST GIFT THE GODS CAN GIVE.

A thunder-bolt falling from a clear sky could not have startled the proud Mrs. Varrick more than those crushing words that fell from the lips of her handsome son—/"Mother, if you turn Jessie Bain from your door, I go with her!/"

Mrs. Varrick drew herself up to her full height and advanced into the room like an angry queen.

/"Hubert,/" she cried, in a tone that he had never heard from his mother's lips before, /"I can make all due allowance for the follies of a young man, but I say this to you: you should never have permitted this girl to cross your mother's threshold./"

/"Give me a chance to speak a few words, mother,/" he interrupted. /"Let me set matters straight. The whole fault is mine, because I have not explained this affair to you before. I put it off from day to day./"

In a few brief words he explained.