“Oh, I am sorry she will not join us. I had fallen in love with her,” exclaimed Mrs. Wylde, and her daughter echoed: “I had, too, mamma.” A frown crossed Juliette’s pearl-fair face, and she read on slowly: “So I will take her away to the sea, and you can remain with Mrs. Wylde if she will have the kindness to chaperon you.” She looked at Mrs. Wylde, and that lady said cordially: “Your uncle ought to know that I will take great pleasure in doing that.” “Thank you,” cried Juliette; then, crushing the letter in her hand, she said spitefully: “I believe Pansy had all that planned before, and did not mean from the first to accompany us here.” Mrs. Wylde and Rosalind looked startled. “Why should she deceive us?” cried Rosalind. “Oh, she had some hidden design in it, of course. She is naturally deceitful. I never liked her from the first!” Juliette cried peevishly, goaded to jealous anger by their declaration that they were fond of Pansy. “Well, you ought to know, of course, having lived in the same house with her,” exclaimed Rosalind, in astonishment, adding: “But I never should have supposed that dear little thing could be deceitful and designing.” “Nor I, for she always seemed so frank and open,” said her mother. “Indeed, I had taken a great fancy to her.” Every word stung Juliette more deeply, for she hated Pansy with an intense hatred. She would have hated her for marrying her uncle if for nothing else, but added to this was always her suspicion of Pansy’s identity, and this fanned the fire of her rage into fury. She made an excuse for leaving the Wyldes, that she might give full vent, in the privacy of her own room, to the spite that possessed her, and then Rosalind observed: “Mamma, I do not think Juliette quite does justice to Mrs. Falconer. She hates her because she married Colonel Falconer and disappointed her expectations of getting all her uncle’s money.” “That is it,” replied Mrs. Wylde. “Mrs. Falconer is without doubt a charming woman, and Juliette’s suspicions of her deceitfulness have their sole origin in nothing but envy and jealousy.” While Juliette, alone in her own room, was saying bitterly: “Oh, yes, they have fallen in love with her, have they? That is because she is the rich Mrs. Falconer. They have no admiration to spare for Norman’s sweetheart, the poor little tobacco-factory girl, who was quite as beautiful, innocent, and charming as my uncle’s proud wife.” CHAPTER XXXV. GENEROUS DEEDS. When Colonel Falconer, out of the generosity of his great heart, forgave his unhappy wife the deception she had practiced upon him, he made up his mind that he would take her away from the fatal city of her birth, never to return.