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92 A HEART’S BITTERNESS, ‘<T would like that,” said Violet, with grateful memories of her loving aunt. «And Lady Jane, and Gore, and Sir Hugh Hunter; and, Violet, let us ask Lady Clare, and my Cousin Hartington, and make a match between them.” Violet laughed. ‘‘ He hates you and she hates me.” | ‘<So much more likely to love each other, then. He is rich. Set them-down on your list...We need one more. I want you to call on and invite a nice young lady from near here—Miss Ambrose.” Violet started as if a thunderbolt had fallen. Her whole _ soul rose up in arms, and she cried, wildly: “T will not have that woman in my house!” CHAPTER XXIV. “no! TEN TIMES NO!” A white fury came into Norman Leigh’s face at his wife’s emphatic words. Until now he had been merely indiffer- ent to her—at intervals feebly grateful—though ~intense selfishness, taking all things as its due, has small capacity for gratitude. But at this moment Violet came between him and his desire—between him and the woman whom he loved—and for an instant he hated her. : ‘‘ What do you mean?” he cried; ‘‘ for what reason do you refuse to entertain my guest?” | _ Violet looked down. She could not, she would not, give the real reason. She said, coldly: ‘J will not entertain strangers. There are enough guests whom IJ know.” _ “ But it is your duty to receive and entertain my friends in my house.” Violet looked at him fixedly. ‘“In this case, no; ten times no!” she said, with indig- nation. ‘“ But, I tell you, Miss Ambrose shall be invited by you.” “Never! If you invite her, and she is so lost to good breeding as to come unasked by the lady of the house, I _ shall leave the house, and visit elsewhere. ” ‘I will not permit it!” cried Leigh, stamping in fury. Gomicbooks (e(@)