The silence in the bedroom was broken by a murmuring of women's voices outside the door.
Lady Janet instantly raised herself in the chair and snatched the photograph off the easel. She laid the portrait face downward, among some papers on the table, then abruptly changed her mind, and hid it among the thick folds of lace which clothed her neck and bosom. There was a world of love in the action itself, and in the sudden softening of the eyes which accompanied it. The next moment Lady Janet's mask was on. Any superficial observer who had seen her now would have said, 'This is a hard woman!'
The door was opened by the maid. Grace Roseberry entered the room.
She advanced rapidly, with a defiant assurance in her manner, and a lofty carriage of her head. She sat down in the chair, to which Lady Janet silently pointed, with a thump; she returned Lady Janet's grave bow with a nod and a smile. Every movement and every look of the little, worn, white-faced, shabbily dressed woman expressed insolent triumph, and said, as if in words, 'My turn has come!'
'I am glad to wait on your ladyship,' she began, without giving Lady Janet an opportunity of speaking first. 'Indeed, I should have felt it my duty to request an interview, if you had not sent your maid to invite me up here.'
'You would have felt it your duty to request an interview?' Lady Janet repeated, very quietly. 'Why?'
The tone in which that one last word was spoken embarrassed Grace at the outset. It established as great a distance between Lady Janet and herself as if she had been lifted in her chair and conveyed bodily to the other end of the room.
'I am surprised that your ladyship should not understand me,' she said, struggling to conceal her confusion. 'Especially after your kind offer of your own boudoir.'
Lady Janet remained perfectly unmoved. 'I do
Grace's temper came to her assistance. She recovered the assurance which had marked her first appearance on the scene.
'In that case,' she resumed, 'I must enter into particulars, in justice to myself. I can place but one interpretation on the extraordinary change in your ladyship's behavior to me downstairs. The conduct of that abominable woman has at last opened your eyes to the deception that has been practiced on you. For some reason of your own, however, you have not yet chosen to recognize me openly. In this painful position something is due to my own self-respect. I cannot, and will not, permit Mercy Merrick to claim the merit of restoring me to my proper place in this house. After what I have suffered it is quite impossible for me to endure that. I should have requested an interview (if you had not sent for me) for the express purpose of claiming this person's immediate expulsion from the house. I claim it now as a proper concession to Me. Whatever you or Mr. Julian Gray may do,
There she stopped abruptly—not for want of words, but for want of a listener.
Lady Janet was not even pretending to attend to her. Lady Janet, with a deliberate rudeness entirely foreign to her usual habits, was composedly busying herself in arranging the various papers scattered about the table. Some she tied together with little morsels of string; some she placed under paper-weights; some she deposited in the fantastic pigeon-holes of a little Japanese cabinet—working with a placid enjoyment of her own orderly occupation, and perfectly unaware, to all outward appearance, that any second person was in the room. She looked up, with her papers in both hands, when Grace stopped, and said, quietly,
'Have you done?'
'Is your ladyship's purpose in sending for me to treat me with studied rudeness?' Grace retorted, angrily.
'My purpose in sending for you is to say something as soon as you will allow me the opportunity.'
The impenetrable composure of that reply took Grace completely by surprise. She had no retort ready. In sheer astonishment she waited silently with her eyes riveted on the mistress of the house.
Lady Janet put down her papers, and settled herself comfortably in the easy-chair, preparatory to opening the interview on her side.
'The little that I have to say to you,' she began, 'may be said in a question. Am I right in supposing that you have no present employment, and that a little advance in money (delicately offered) would be very acceptable to you?'
'Do you mean to insult me, Lady Janet?'
'Certainly not. I mean to ask you a question.'
'Your question is an insult.'
'My question is a kindness, if you will only understand it as it is intended. I don't complain of your not understanding it. I don't even hold you responsible for any one of the many breaches of good manners which you have committed since you have been in this room. I was honestly anxious to be of some service to you, and you have repelled my advances. I am sorry. Let us drop the subject.'
Expressing herself in the most perfect temper in those terms, Lady Janet resumed the arrangement of her papers, and became unconscious once more of the presence of any second person in the room.
Grace opened her lips to reply with the utmost intemperance of an angry woman, and thinking better of it, controlled herself. It was plainly useless to take the violent way with Lady Janet Roy. Her age and her social position were enough of themselves to repel any violence. She evidently knew that, and trusted to it. Grace resolved to meet the enemy on the neutral ground of politeness, as the most promising ground that she could occupy under present circumstances.
'If I have said anything hasty, I beg to apologize to your ladyship,' she began. 'May I ask if your only object in sending for me was to inquire into my pecuniary affairs, with a view to assisting me?'
