The New Magdalen

"All that I can do I will do," he said. "The doors shall be left

unclosed, and I will remain in the next room, on this condition,

that Horace knows of it as well as you. I should be unworthy of your

confidence in me if I consented to be a listener on any other terms. You

understand that, I am sure, as well as I do."

She had never thought of her proposal to him in this light. Woman-like,

she had thought of nothing but the comfort of having him near her. She

understood him now. A faint flush of shame rose on her pale cheeks as

she thanked him. He delicately relieved her from her embarrassment by

putting a question which naturally occurred under the circumstances.

"Where is Horace all this time?" he asked. "Why is he not here?"

"He has been called away," she answered, "by a message from Lady Janet."

The reply more than astonished Julian; it seemed almost to alarm him. He

returned to Mercy's chair; he said to her, eagerly, "Are you sure?"

"Horace himself told me that Lady Janet had insisted on seeing him."

"When?"

"Not long ago. He asked me to wait for him here while he went upstairs."

Julian's face darkened ominously.

"This confirms my worst fears," he said. "Have _you_ had any

communication with Lady Janet?"

Mercy replied by showing him his aunt's note. He read it carefully

through.

"Did I not tell you," he said, "that she would find some excuse for

refusing to hear your confession? She begins by delaying it, simply to

gain time for something else which she has it in her mind to do. When

did you receive this note? Soon after you went upstairs?"

"About a quarter of an hour after, as well as I can guess."

"Do you know what happened down here after you left us?"

"Horace told me that Lady Janet had offered Miss Roseberry the use of

her boudoir."

"Any more?"

"He said that you had shown her the way to the room."

"Did he tell you what happened after that?"

"No."

"Then I must tell you. If I can do nothing more in this serious state

of things, I can at least prevent your being taken by surprise. In

the first place, it is right you should know that I had a motive for

accompanying Miss Roseberry to the boudoir. I was anxious (for your

sake) to make some appeal to her better self--if she had any better

self to address. I own I had doubts of my success--judging by what I

had already seen of her. My doubts were confirmed. In the ordinary

intercourse of life I should merely have thought her a commonplace,

uninteresting woman. Seeing her as I saw her while we were alone--in

other words, penetrating below the surface--I have never, in all my sad

experience, met with such a hopelessly narrow, mean, and low nature as

hers. Understanding, as she could not fail to do, what the sudden change

in Lady Janet's behavior toward her really meant, her one idea was to

take the cruelest possible advantage of it. So far from feeling any

consideration for _you_, she was only additionally imbittered toward

you. She protested against your being permitted to claim the merit of

placing her in her right position here by your own voluntary avowal of

the truth. She insisted on publicly denouncing you, and on forcing Lady

Janet to dismiss you, unheard, before the whole household! 'Now I can

have my revenge! At last Lady Janet is afraid of me!' Those were her own

words--I am almost ashamed to repeat them--those, on my honor, were

her own words! Every possible humiliation to be heaped on you; no

consideration to be shown for Lady Janet's age and Lady Janet's

position; nothing, absolutely nothing, to be allowed to interfere with

Miss Roseberry's vengeance and Miss Roseberry's triumph! There is this

woman's shameless view of what is due to her, as stated by herself in

the plainest terms. I kept my temper; I did all I could to bring her to

a better frame of mind. I might as well have pleaded--I won't say with

a savage; savages are sometimes accessible to remonstrance, if you know

how to reach them--I might as well have pleaded with a hungry animal to

abstain from eating while food was within its reach. I had just given up

the hopeless effort in disgust, when Lady Janet's maid appeared with a

message for Miss Roseberry from her mistress: 'My lady's compliments,

ma'am, and she will be glad to see you at your earliest convenience, in

her room.'"