Storm House — Kathleen Norris

CAN A YOUNG WIFE COMPETE WITH A SOPHISTICATED WOMAN DETERMINED TO STEAL HER HUSBAND?

It was a shock when the best friend said to the young wife... "Your husband loves me, Jane. He has never loved anyone else. And for you, my dear --- you know what a brotherly love he feels for you. To me --- to me," Sylvia's shining amber eyes were fixed on space, her voice was hushed. "Can you imagine what he gives to me?"

"I don't want to imagine it," Jane said shortly, swallowing.

"Shall I tell you?"

"No! No! And I don't believe all this! I don't. My husband doesn't want to leave me!"

"Look here," Sylvia leaned forward. "Suppose I go back to New York for a few days. And suppose I send for him. And he tells you that he has to go East, that his publisher has sent for him, that he must go alone but will send for you if he is delayed in New York... Would you believe me then? Could you ever believe in him again?"