“You saw that woman put me out of the house by force?” she inquired.
“Yes.”
“That was some more of Molly Trueheart’s work,” Louise exclaimed, seeing here another opportunity to injure her victim.
“Impossible! She could not be so mean!”
“Ah, Mrs. Laurens, you can not gauge the depths of Molly Trueheart’s wickedness. I went to her on a mission of sisterly kindness and she repulsed me, insulted me, and with the help of that great amazon, her maid, forcibly ejected me from the house.”
“After all I had heard I would not have believed she could be guilty of this!” Mrs. Laurens exclaimed in horror.
“She is incorrigible,” Louise said, with a heavy sigh. “I went to her and offered to take her away and provide for her, knowing that your son’s house could no longer be a home for her, and pitying her in spite of the injury she had done me. But—well, you saw, Mrs. Laurens, what reception I met from that erring girl!”
“Dreadful!” sighed Mrs. Laurens in profound distress.
“Is it not?” exclaimed Louise, adding, eagerly, “Will you not aid and abet me, dear madame, in removing her, by force if necessary, from this house that is no longer a proper shelter for her head?”
“Ah, that I only might. The task would be most grateful,” Mrs. Laurens answered. “But a far different purpose is mine now.”