The New Magdalen

She waited a minute, until she could look at her own daring project from

another point of view. Where was the harm of it? what did her conscience

say?

As to Grace, in the first place. What injury was she doing to a woman

who was dead? The question answered itself. No injury to the woman. No

injury to her relations. Her relations were dead also.

As to Lady Janet, in the second place. If she served her new mistress

faithfully, if she filled her new sphere honorably, if she was diligent

under instruction and grateful for kindness--if, in one word, she was

all that she might be and would be in the heavenly peace and security

of that new life--what injury was she doing to Lady Janet? Once more the

question answered itself. She might, and would, give Lady Janet cause to

bless the day when she first entered the house.

She snatched up Colonel Roseberry's letter, and put it into the case

with the other papers. The opportunity was before her; the chances were

all in her favor; her conscience said nothing against trying the daring

scheme. She decided then and there--"I'll do it!"

Something jarred on her finer sense, something offended her better

nature, as she put the case into the pocket of her dress. She had

decided, and yet she was not at ease; she was not quite sure of having

fairly questioned her conscience yet. What if she laid the letter-case

on the table again, and waited until her excitement had all cooled down,

and then put the contemplated project soberly on its trial before her

own sense of right and wrong?

She thought once--and hesitated. Before she could think twice, the

distant tramp of marching footsteps and the distant clatter of horses'

hoofs were wafted to her on the night air. The Germans were entering the

village! In a few minutes more they would appear in the cottage; they

would summon her to give an account of herself. There was no time for

waiting until she was composed again. Which should it be--the new life,

as Grace Roseberry? or the old life, as Mercy Merrick?

She looked for the last time at the bed. Grace's course was run; Grace's

future was at her disposal. Her resolute nature, forced to a choice

on the instant, held by the daring alternative. She persisted in the

determination to take Grace's place.

The tramping footsteps of the Germans came nearer and nearer. The voices

of the officers were audible, giving the words of command.

She seated herself at the table, waiting steadily for what was to come.

The ineradicable instinct of the sex directed her eyes to her dress,

before the Germans appeared. Looking it over to see that it was in

perfect order, her eyes fell upon the red cross on her left shoulder. In

a moment it struck her that her nurse's costume might involve her in a

needless risk. It associated her with a public position; it might lead

to inquiries at a later time, and those inquiries might betray her.