Lady Janet read the penciled lines, as she had read the printed

sentences, aloud. Without a word of comment she laid the letter where

she had laid the card; and, rising from her seat, stood for a moment

in stern silence, looking at Mercy. The sudden change in her which the

letter had produced--quietly as it had taken place--was terrible to

see. On the frowning brow, in the flashing eyes, on the hardened lips,

outraged love and outraged pride looked down on the lost woman, and

said, as if in words, You have roused us at last.

"If that letter means anything," she said, "it means you are about to

leave my house. There can be but one reason for your taking such a step

as that."

"It is the only atonement I can make, madam."

"I see another letter on your lap. Is it my letter?"

"Yes."

"Have you read it?"

"I have read it."

"Have you seen Horace Holmcroft?"

"Yes."

"Have you told Horace Holmcroft--"

"Oh, Lady Janet--"

"Don't interrupt me. Have you told Horace Holmcroft what my letter

positively forbade you to communicate, either to him or to any living

creature? I want no protestations and excuses. Answer me instantly, and

answer in one word--Yes, or No."

Not even that haughty language, not even those pitiless tones, could

extinguish in Mercy's heart the sacred memories of past kindness and

past love. She fell on her knees--her outstretched hands touched Lady

Janet's dress. Lady Janet sharply drew her dress away, and sternly

repeated her last words.

"Yes? or No?"

"Yes."

She had owned it at last! To this end Lady Janet had submitted to Grace

Roseberry; had offended Horace Holmcroft; had stooped, for the first

time in her life, to concealments and compromises that degraded her.

After all that she had sacrificed and suffered, there Mercy knelt at

her feet, self-convicted of violating her commands, trampling on her

feelings, deserting her house! And who was the woman who had done this?

The same woman who had perpetrated the fraud, and who had persisted in

the fraud until her benefactress had descended to become her accomplice.

Then, and then only, she had suddenly discovered that it was her sacred

duty to tell the truth!

In proud silence the great lady met the blow that had fallen on her. In

proud silence she turned her back on her adopted daughter and walked to

the door.

Mercy made her last appeal to the kind friend whom she had offended--to

the second mother whom she had loved.

"Lady Janet! Lady Janet! Don't leave me without a word. Oh, madam, try

to feel for me a little! I am returning to a life of humiliation--the

shadow of my old disgrace is falling on me once more. We shall never

meet again. Even though I have not deserved it, let my repentance plead

with you! Say you forgive me!"




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