The New Magdalen

GRACE ROSEBERRY, still listening in the conservatory, saw the door open,

and recognized the mistress of the house. She softly drew back, and

placed herself in safer hiding, beyond the range of view from the

dining-room.

Lady Janet advanced no further than the threshold. She stood there and

looked at her nephew and her adopted daughter in stern silence.

Mercy dropped into the chair at her side. Julian kept his place by her.

His mind was still stunned by the discovery that had burst on it; his

eyes still rested on her in mute terror of inquiry. He was as completely

absorbed in the one act of looking at her as if they had been still

alone together in the room.

Lady Janet was the first of the three who spoke. She addressed herself

to her nephew.

"You were right, Mr. Julian Gray," she said, with her bitterest emphasis

of tone and manner. "You ought to have found nobody in this room on

your return but _me_. I detain you no longer. You are free to leave my

house."

Julian looked round at his aunt. She was pointing to the door. In the

excited state of his sensibilities at that moment the action stung him

to the quick. He answered without his customary consideration for his

aunt's age and his aunt's position toward him.

"You apparently forget, Lady Janet, that you are not speaking to one of

your footmen," he said. "There are serious reasons (of which you know

nothing) for my remaining in your house a little longer. You may rely

upon my trespassing on your hospitality as short a time as possible."

He turned again to Mercy as he said those words, and surprised her

timidly looking up at him. In the instant when their eyes met, the

tumult of emotions struggling in him became suddenly stilled. Sorrow for

her--compassionating sorrow--rose in the new calm and filled his heart.

Now, and now only, he could read in the wasted and noble face how she

had suffered. The pity which he had felt for the unnamed woman grew to

a tenfold pity for _her_. The faith which he professed--honestly

professed--in the better nature of the unnamed woman strengthened into

a tenfold faith in _her_. He addressed himself again to his aunt, in a

gentler tone. "This lady," he resumed, "has something to say to me in

private which she has not said yet. That is my reason and my apology for

not immediately leaving the house."

Still under the impression of what she had seen on entering the room,

Lady Janet looked at him in angry amazement. Was Julian actually

ignoring Horace Holmcroft's claims, in the presence of Horace

Holmcroft's betrothed wife? She appealed to her adopted daughter.

"Grace!" she exclaimed, "have you heard him? Have you nothing to say?

Must I remind you--"