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"Yes," said Sibylla. "She's a cheat, that Madame Lebeau. I shall make
Benoite write her a French letter, and tell her so."
"It must be paid. But it is a great deal of money. I cannot continue to
pay these large sums, Sibylla. I have not the money to do it with."
"Not the money! When you know you are paying heaps for Lady Verner!
Before you tell me not to spend, you should cease supplying her."
Lionel's very brow flushed. "My mother has a claim upon me only in a
degree less than you have," he gravely said. "Part of the revenues of
Verner's Pride ought to have been hers years ago; and they were not."
"If my husband had lived--if he had left me a little child--Verner's
Pride would have been his and mine, and never yours at all."
"Hush, Sibylla! You don't know how these allusions hurt me," he
interrupted, in a tone of intense pain.
"They are true," said Sibylla.
"But not--forgive me, my dear, for saying it--not the less unseemly."
"Why do you grumble at me, then?"
"I do not grumble," he answered in a kind tone. "Your interests are
mine, Sibylla, and mine are yours.


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