"You know nothing about her! _I_ do, you see, for she's the work of my hand!" And Mrs. Pallant laughed for bitterness. "I've watched her for years, and little by little, for the last two or three, it has come over me. There's not a tender spot in her whole composition. To arrive at a brilliant social position, if it were necessary, she would see me drown in this lake without lifting a finger, she would stand there and see it--she would push me in--and never feel a pang. That's my young lady!" Her lucidity chilled me to the soul--it seemed to shine so flawless. "To climb up to the top and be splendid and envied there," she went on--"to do that at any cost or by any meanness and cruelty is the only thing she has a heart for. She'd lie for it, she'd steal for it, she'd kill for it!" My companion brought out these words with a cold confidence that had evidently behind it some occult past process of growth. I watched her pale face and glowing eyes; she held me breathless and frowning, but her strange vindictive, or at least retributive, passion irresistibly imposed itself. I found myself at last believing her, pitying her more than I pitied the subject of her dreadful analysis. It was as if she had held her tongue for longer than she could bear, suffering more and more the importunity of the truth. It relieved her thus to drag that to the light, and still she kept up the high and most unholy sacrifice. "God in his mercy has let me see it in time, but his ways are strange that he has let me see it in my daughter. It's myself he has let me see--myself as I was for years. But she's worse--she IS, I assure you; she's worse than I intended or dreamed." Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap; her low voice quavered and her breath came short; she looked up at the southern stars as if THEY would understand. "Have you ever spoken to her as you speak to me?" I finally asked. "Have you ever put before her this terrible arraignment?" "Put it before her? How can I put it before her when all she would have to say would be: 'You, YOU, you base one, who made me--?'" "Then why do you want to play her a trick?" "I'm not bound to tell you, and you wouldn't see my point if I did. I should play that boy a far worse one if I were to stay my hand." Oh I had my view of this. "If he loves her he won't believe a word you say." "Very possibly, but I shall have done my duty." "And shall you say to him," I asked, "simply what you've said to me?" "Never mind what I shall say to him. It will be something that will perhaps helpfully affect him. Only," she added with her proud decision, "I must lose no time." "If you're so bent on gaining time," I said, "why did you let her go out in the boat with him?" "Let her? how could I prevent it?" "But she asked your permission." "Ah that," she cried, "is all a part of all the comedy!" It fairly hushed me to silence, and for a moment more she said nothing. "Then she doesn't know you hate her?" I resumed.