"It ended in Harry being very unkind to me," she said, with the first signs of real emotion. "He said that if I had taken the girl as my daughter—as if I could have done that!—all the difficulties would have been ended. As it was he would not see me again before he went to France. Young people are very cruel. I’m his mother who have been everything to him, and now I’m nothing. I came away and left him there. It’s all over for me. I’ve lost my son, and this girl who isn’t fit for him has got him. But I don’t think she’ll be allowed to keep him. I shall see her to-morrow. She won’t be pleased at the end of all her plotting and scheming. But I shall be surprised if she doesn’t think of _something_ that will put an end to it." *CHAPTER XXVI* *LADY BRENT SPEAKS* "Yes," said Lady Brent, "I will certainly do something." Mrs. Brent had told her story. Lady Brent had come home from Poldaven earlier than she had expected. She had gone up to the Castle and found her, somewhat to her surprise, in her business room. Surrounded by that ancient magnificence she had seemed even more aloof and forbidding than on the last time Mrs. Brent had interviewed her there. But this time she had felt herself supported by a sense of conciliation in herself. The fact that after all her struggles and resentments against her mother-in-law she was now, in the crisis of affairs, putting herself in her hands, appealing to her for help, and a decision where she could do nothing herself, would surely soften her. From this interview she at least had nothing to fear for herself. But the stiff face and the silence with which she listened to the story brought a sense of discomfort. Mrs. Brent ended on a note more appealing than she had intended to use. "He won’t listen to me," she said, "but I’m sure he would to you. Can’t you do something?" lady Brent moved in her chair for the first time. "Yes," she said, with a frown, and in a voice that did nothing to remove the discomfort. "I will certainly do something. I will go up to London this evening." "By the night train," said Mrs. Brent. "Shall I come with you?" "I think you had better stop here. You have done enough mischief already." "Mischief! I? What do you mean?" She was surprised and greatly offended, but also a little frightened. Lady Brent leant towards her accusingly. "He won’t do anything for you, you say. Why should he, when you treat him as you do? A vain selfish fool, thinking of yourself all the time and your own mean little pleasures and dignities! Serve you right if you’ve lost his love for the rest of your life."