4/15 "For you." "For _me ?_ Oh, dearest boy, what _can_ you mean ?" "Yes, for you only. She refuses to live here with you." The very disquietude of his soul has driven him into this mad avowal. Looking at her with dull eyes and lowering brows, he tells himself--in this, one of the saddest hours of his life--that he hates the mother who bore him. Her delight in his engagement is odious to him; it seems to fan his rage against her. What has she ever done for him, what sympathy has she ever shown? |