The New Magdalen

As he read those last words, Julian became aware of a sudden movement on

the part of his aunt. Lady Janet had risen softly from her chair and had

passed behind him with the purpose of reading the consul's letter for

herself over her nephew's shoulder. Julian detected the action just in

time to frustrate Lady Janet's intention by placing his hand over the

last two lines of the letter.

"What do you do that for?" inquired his aunt, sharply.

"You are welcome, Lady Janet, to read the close of the letter for

yourself," Julian replied. "But before you do so I am anxious to prepare

you for a very great surprise. Compose yourself and let me read on

slowly, with your eye on me, until I uncover the last two words which

close my friend's letter."

He read the end of the letter, as he had proposed, in these terms: "'I looked the woman straight in the face, and I said to her, "You have

denied that the name marked on the clothes which you wore when you came

here was your name. If you are not Mercy Merrick, who are you?" She

answered, instantly, "My name is ------"'"

Julian removed his hand from the page. Lady Janet looked at the next two

words, and started back with a loud cry of astonishment, which brought

Horace instantly to his feet.

"Tell me, one of you!" he cried. "What name did she give?"

Julian told him.

"GRACE ROSEBERRY."