Produced by Suzanne Shell, Ernest Schaal, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries) LOVE AND HATRED By MRS. BELLOC LOWNDES Author of "Lilla," "Good Old Anna," "The Chink in the Armour," "The End of Her Honeymoon," etc. "_Alas! The love of Woman! It is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing._"--BYRON. [Decoration] NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA LOVE AND HATRED PART ONE CHAPTER I "Oh, but this is terrible----" Laura Pavely did not raise her voice, but there was trembling pain, as well as an almost incredulous surprise, in the way she uttered the five words which may mean so much--or so little. The man whose sudden, bare avowal of love had drawn from her that low, protesting cry, was standing just within the door of the little summer-house, and he was looking away from her, straight over the beautiful autumnal view of wood and water spread out before him. He was telling himself that five minutes ago--nay, was it as long as five minutes?--they had been so happy! And yet, stop--_he_ had not been happy. Even so he cursed himself for having shattered the fragile, to him the already long perished, fabric, of what she no doubt called their "friendship." It was she--it always is the woman--who, quite unwittingly, had provoked the words which now could never be unsaid. She had not been thinking at all of him when she did so--she had spoken out of her heart, the heart which some secret, sure instinct bade him believe capable of depths of feeling, which he hoped, with a fierce hope, no man had yet plumbed.... What had provoked his avowal had been the most innocent, in a sense the most beautiful, feeling of which a woman is capable--love for her child. "The doctor says Alice ought to have a change, that she ought to go to the sea, for a little while. I asked Godfrey if I might take her, but he said he didn't think it necessary." She had added musingly, "It's odd, for he really is devoted to the child." They had been walking slowly, sauntering side by side, very close to one another, for the path was only a narrow track among the trees, towards the summerhouse where they were now--she sitting and he standing.