"I tell you he'd marry their nigger cook for THAT!" She stopped, afraid--at the wrong time--that she had been too vehement, but a glance at Mary reassured her, and Sibyl decided that she had produced the effect she wished.

Mary was not looking at her; she was staring straight before her at the wall, her eyes wide and shining.

She became visibly a little paler as Sibyl looked at her.
"After nothing on earth but to get his finger in that old man's money-pile, over there, next door!" The voice was vulgar, the words were vulgar--and the plain truth was vulgar! How it rang in Mary Vertrees's ears! The clear mirror had caught its own image clearly in the flawed one at last.
Sibyl put forth her best bid to clench the matter.

She offered her bargain.

"Now don't you worry," she said, sunnily, "about this setting Edith against you.