"Do you really feel as coolly as you speak?"

"Yes, Lady Janet."

"Have your own way, then. I shall do one thing, however, in case of your

having overestimated your own courage. I shall place one of the men in

the library. You will only have to ring for him if anything happens. He

will give the alarm--and I shall act accordingly. I have my plan," said

her Ladyship, comfortably conscious of the card in her pocket. "Don't

look as if you wanted to know what it is. I have no intention of saying

anything about it--except that it will do. Once more, and for the last

time--do you stay here? or do you go with me?"

"I stay here."

She respectfully opened the library door for Lady Janet's departure as

she made that reply. Throughout the interview she had been carefully

and coldly deferential; she had not once lifted her eyes to Lady

Janet's face. The conviction in her that a few hours more would, in all

probability, see her dismissed from the house, had of necessity fettered

every word that she spoke--had morally separated her already from the

injured mistress whose love she had won in disguise. Utterly incapable

of attributing the change in her young companion to the true motive,

Lady Janet left the room to summon her domestic garrison, thoroughly

puzzled and (as a necessary consequence of that condition) thoroughly

displeased.

Still holding the library door in her hand, Mercy stood watching with a

heavy heart the progress of her benefactress down the length of the

room on the way to the front hall beyond. She had honestly loved and

respected the warm-hearted, quick-tempered old lady. A sharp pang of

pain wrung her as she thought of the time when even the chance utterance

of her name would become an unpardonable offense in Lady Janet's house.

But there was no shrinking in her now from the ordeal of the confession.

She was not only anxious--she was impatient for Julian's return. Before

she slept that night Julian's confidence in her should be a confidence

that she had deserved.

"Let her own the truth, without the base fear of discovery to drive her

to it. Let her do justice to the woman whom she has wronged, while that

woman is still powerless to expose her. Let her sacrifice everything

that she has gained by the fraud to the sacred duty of atonement. If

she can do that, then her repentance has nobly revealed the noble nature

that is in her; then she is a woman to be trusted, respected, beloved."

Those words were as vividly present to her as if she still heard them

falling from his lips. Those other words which had followed them rang

as grandly as ever in her ears: "Rise, poor wounded heart! Beautiful,

purified soul, God's angels rejoice over you! Take your place among the

noblest of God's creatures!" Did the woman live who could hear Julian

Gray say that, and who could hesitate, at any sacrifice, at any loss, to

justify his belief in her? "Oh!" she thought, longingly while her eyes

followed Lady Janet to the end of the library, "if your worst fears

could only be realized! If I could only see Grace Roseberry in this

room, how fearlessly I could meet her now!"




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