The New Magdalen

LADY JANET'S curiosity was by this time thoroughly aroused. Summoned to

explain who the nameless lady mentioned in his letter could possibly be,

Julian had looked at her adopted daughter. Asked next to explain what

her adopted daughter had got to do with it, he had declared that he

could not answer while Miss Roseberry was in the room.

What did he mean? Lady Janet determined to find out.

"I hate all mysteries," she said to Julian. "And as for secrets, I

consider them to be one of the forms of ill-breeding. People in our rank

of life ought to be above whispering in corners. If you _must_ have your

mystery, I can offer you a corner in the library. Come with me."

Julian followed his aunt very reluctantly. Whatever the mystery might

be, he was plainly embarrassed by being called upon to reveal it at a

moment's notice. Lady Janet settled herself in her chair, prepared to

question and cross-question her nephew, when an obstacle appeared at the

other end of the library, in the shape of a man-servant with a message.

One of Lady Janet's neighbors had called by appointment to take her to

the meeting of a certain committee which assembled that day. The servant

announced that the neighbor--an elderly lady--was then waiting in her

carriage at the door.

Lady Janet's ready invention set the obstacle aside without a

moment's delay. She directed the servant to show her visitor into the

drawing-room, and to say that she was unexpectedly engaged, but that

Miss Roseberry would see the lady immediately. She then turned to

Julian, and said, with her most satirical emphasis of tone and manner:

"Would it be an additional convenience if Miss Roseberry was not only

out of the room before you disclose your secret, but out of the house?"

Julian gravely answered: "It may possibly be quite as well if Miss

Roseberry is out of the house."

Lady Janet led the way back to the dining-room.

"My dear Grace," she said, "you looked flushed and feverish when I saw

you asleep on the sofa a little while since. It will do you no harm to

have a drive in the fresh air. Our friend has called to take me to the

committee meeting. I have sent to tell her that I am engaged--and I

shall be much obliged if you will go in my place."

Mercy looked a little alarmed. "Does your ladyship mean the committee

meeting of the Samaritan Convalescent Home? The members, as I understand

it, are to decide to-day which of the plans for the new building they

are to adopt. I cannot surely presume to vote in your place?"

"You can vote, my dear child, just as well as I can," replied the old

lady. "Architecture is one of the lost arts. You know nothing about it;

I know nothing about it; the architects themselves know nothing about

it. One plan is, no doubt, just as bad as the other. Vote, as I should

vote, with the majority. Or as poor dear Dr. Johnson said, 'Shout with

the loudest mob.' Away with you--and don't keep the committee waiting."