The New Magdalen

these circumstances, well knowing that I can trust implicitly to your humane sympathy for misfortune, I have decided (after careful reflection) to insure the poor creature's safety when she arrives in London by giving her a letter to you. You will hear what she says, and you will be better able to discover than I am whether she really has any claim on Lady Janet Roy. One last word of information, which it may be necessary to add, and I shall close this inordinately long letter. At my first interview with her I abstained, as I have already told you, from irritating her by any inquiries on the subject of her name. On this second occasion, however, I decided on putting the question.''

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.'

CHAPTER X. A COUNCIL OF THREE.

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.

'When am I to have the honor of the lady's visit?' she inquired, with ironical resignation.

'To-day,' answered her nephew, with impenetrable patience.

'At what hour?'

Julian composedly consulted his watch. 'She is ten minutes after her time,' he said, and put his watch back in his pocket again.

At the same moment the servant appeared, and advanced to Julian, carrying a visiting card on his little silver tray.

'A lady to see you, sir.'

Julian took the card, and, bowing, handed it to his aunt.