Mona shuddered. It seemed such a heartless thing to do, to plan the ruin
of a homeless, unprotected girl for the sake of money.
Mrs. Montague noticed it, and smiled bitterly.
"You surely did not suppose I bore you any love, did you?" she sneered.
"I have told you how I hated your mother, and it is but natural that the
feeling should manifest itself against her child, especially as you both
had usurped the affections of my husband."
"Such a spirit is utterly beyond my comprehension," gravely said the
girl, "when your only possible reason for such hatred of a beautiful
girl was that my father loved and married her."
"Well, and wasn't that enough?" hotly exclaimed Mrs. Montague. "For years
Walter Dinsmore's aunt had intended that he should marry me--that was the
condition upon which he was to have her fortune--and I had been reared
with that expectation. Therefore, it was no light grief when I learned by
accident, three weeks after he sailed for Europe, that he had married a
girl who had come to New York to earn her living as a milliner. They went
abroad together and registered as Mr. and Mrs. Richmond Montague. I was
wild, frantic, desperate, when I discovered it; but I kept the matter to
myself.
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