The New Magdalen

FOR a moment Horace stood thunderstruck, looking in blank astonishment

at Lady Janet. His first words, as soon as he had recovered himself,

were addressed to Julian. "Is this a joke?" he asked, sternly. "If it

is, I for one don't see the humor of it."

Julian pointed to the closely written pages of the consul's letter. "A

man writes in earnest," he said, "when he writes at such length as this.

The woman seriously gave the name of Grace Roseberry, and when she left

Mannheim she traveled to England for the express purpose of presenting

herself to Lady Janet Roy." He turned to his aunt. "You saw me start,"

he went on, "when you first mentioned Miss Roseberry's name in my

hearing. Now you know why." He addressed himself once more to Horace.

"You heard me say that you, as Miss Roseberry's future husband, had an

interest in being present at my interview with Lady Janet. Now _you_

know why."

"The woman is plainly mad," said Lady Janet. "But it is certainly a

startling form of madness when one first hears of it. Of course we must

keep the matter, for the present at least, a secret from Grace."

"There can be no doubt," Horace agreed, "that Grace must be kept in the

dark, in her present state of health. The servants had better be warned

beforehand, in case of this adventuress or madwoman, whichever she may

be, attempting to make her way into the house."

"It shall be done immediately," said Lady Janet. "What surprises _me_

Julian (ring the bell, if you please), is that you should describe

yourself in your letter as feeling an interest in this person."

Julian answered--without ringing the bell.

"I am more interested than ever," he said, "now I find that Miss

Roseberry herself is your guest at Mablethorpe House."

"You were always perverse, Julian, as a child, in your likings and

dislikings," Lady Janet rejoined. "Why don't you ring the bell?"

"For one good reason, my dear aunt. I don't wish to hear you tell your

servants to close the door on this friendless creature."

Lady Janet cast a look at her nephew which plainly expressed that she

thought he had taken a liberty with her.

"You don't expect me to see the woman?" she asked, in a tone of cold

surprise.

"I hope you will not refuse to see her," Julian answered, quietly. "I

was out when she called. I must hear what she has to say--and I should

infinitely prefer hearing it in your presence. When I got your reply

to my letter, permitting me to present her to you, I wrote to her

immediately, appointing a meeting here."

Lady Janet lifted her bright black eyes in mute expostulation to the

carved Cupids and wreaths on the dining-room ceiling.