The New Magdalen

Lady Janet's voice answered him. "Not yet."

"Shall I send for the nearest doctor?"

Horace interposed. He declined to let Julian associate himself, even in

that indirect manner, with Mercy's recovery.

"If the doctor is wanted," he said, "I will go for him myself."

Julian closed the library door. He absently released Grace; he

mechanically pointed to a chair. She sat down in silent surprise,

following him with her eyes as he walked slowly to and fro in the room.

For the moment his mind was far away from her, and from all that had

happened since her appearance in the house. It was impossible that a

man of his fineness of perception could mistake the meaning of Horace's

conduct toward him. He was questioning his own heart, on the subject of

Mercy, sternly and unreservedly as it was his habit to do. "After only

once seeing her," he thought, "has she produced such an impression on me

that Horace can discover it, before I have even suspected it myself?

Can the time have come already when I owe it to my friend to see her no

more?" He stopped irritably in his walk. As a man devoted to a serious

calling in life, there was something that wounded his self-respect in

the bare suspicion that he could be guilty of the purely sentimental

extravagance called "love at first sight."

He had paused exactly opposite to the chair in which Grace was seated.

Weary of the silence, she seized the opportunity of speaking to him.

"I have come here with you as you wished," she said. "Are you going to

help me? Am I to count on you as my friend?"

He looked at her vacantly. It cost him an effort before he could give

her the attention that she had claimed.

"You have been hard on me," Grace went on. "But you showed me some

kindness at first; you tried to make them give me a fair hearing. I ask

you, as a just man, do you doubt now that the woman on the sofa in

the next room is an impostor who has taken my place? Can there be any

plainer confession that she is Mercy Merrick than the confession she has

made? _You_ saw it; _they_ saw it. She fainted at the sight of me."

Julian crossed the room--still without answering her--and rang the bell.

When the servant appeared, he told the man to fetch a cab.

Grace rose from her chair. "What is the cab for?" she asked, sharply.

"For you and for me," Julian replied. "I am going to take you back to

your lodgings."

"I refuse to go. My place is in this house. Neither Lady Janet nor you

can get over the plain facts. All I asked was to be confronted with

her. And what did she do when she came into the room? She fainted at the

sight of me."