And Mrs.Emmott laughed in her face.

She hated Sylvia too, but she looked forward to subduing the unbending pride that so coldly withstood her, and for the sake of that she kept her animosity in check.

She knew her turn would come.
Meantime, she concentrated all her energies upon the father, and with such marked success that within two months of their meeting they were married.

Sylvia had gone to that wedding in such bitterness of soul and seething inward revolt as she had never experienced before.

She did not know how she had come through it, so great had been her disgust.