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earnest about-about

away from him.

About our marriage?'

'Yes.'

?' She stopped, and looked

'It is the one dearest wish of my life.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

There was a pause. Mercy's fingers toyed ner vously with the trinkets at her watch-chain. When would you like it to be?' she said very softly, with her whole attention fixed on the watch-chain.

She had never spoken, she had never looked, as she spoke and looked now. Horace was afraid to believe in his own good fortune. Oh, Grace!' he exclaimed, 'you are not trifling with me?'

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"What makes you think I am trifling with you?'

Horace was innocent enough to answer her seriously. 'You would not even let me speak of our marriage just now,' he said.

'Never mind what I did just now,' she retorted, petulantly. They say women are changeable.

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one of the defects of the sex.'

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'Heaven be praised for the defects of the sex!'

cried Horace, with devout sincerity.

leave me to decide?'

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Do you really

'If you insist on it.'

Horace considered for a moment-the subject being

the law of marriage.

We may be married by licence

in a fortnight,' he said. "I fix this day fortnight."

She held up her hands in protest.

"Why not? My lawyer is ready, There are no

preparations to make. You said when you accepted me that it was to be a private marriage.'

Mercy was obliged to own that she had certainly said that.

'We might be married at once-if the law would only let us. This day fortnight! Say-yes!' He drew her closer to him. There was a pause. The mask of coquetry-badly worn from the first-dropped from her. Her sad grey eyes rested compassionately on his eager face. Don't look so serious!' he said 'Only one little word, Grace! Only Yes.'

She sighed, and said it. He kissed her passionately. It was only by a resolute effort that she released herself. Leave me!' she said, faintly. Pray leave me by myself!'

She was in earnest-strangely in earnest. She was trembling from head to foot. Horace rose to leave her. 'I will find Lady Janet,' he said; 'I long to show the dear old lady that I have recovered my spirits, and to tell her why.' He turned round at the library door. You won't go away? You will let me see you again when you are more composed?'

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I will wait here,' said Mercy.

Satisfied with that reply, he left the room.

Her hands dropped on her lap; her head sank back wearily on the cushions at the head of the sofa. There was a dazed sensation in her: her mind felt stunned. She wondered vacantly whether she was awake or dreaming. Had she really said the word which pledged her to marry Horace Holmcroft in a fortnight? A fortnight! Something might happen in that time to

prevent it she might find her way in a fortnight out of the terrible position in which she stood. Anyway, come what might of it, she had chosen the preferable alternative to a private interview with Julian Gray. She raised herself from her recumbent position with a start, as the idea of the interview-dismissed for the last few minutes-possessed itself again of her mind. Her excited imagination figured Julian Gray as present in the room at that moment, speaking to her as Horace had proposed. She saw him seated close at her sidethis man who had shaken her to the soul when he was in the pulpit, and when she was listening to him (unseen) at the other end of the chapel-she saw him close by her, looking her searchingly in the face; seeing her shameful secret in her eyes; hearing it in her voice; feeling it in her trembling hands; forcing it out of her word by word, till she fell prostrate at his feet with the confession of the fraud. Her head dropped again on the cushions; she hid her face in horror of the scene which her excited fancy had conjured up. Even now, when she had made that dreaded interview needless, could she feel sure (meeting him only on the most distant terms) of not betraying herself? She could not feel sure. Something in her shuddered and shrank at the bare idea of finding herself in the same room with him. She felt it, she knew it: her guilty conscience owned and feared its master in Julian Gray!

The minutes passed. The violence of her agitation began to tell physically on her weakened frame.

She found herself crying silently without knowing why. A weight was on her head, a weariness was in

all her limbs. She sank lower on the cushions-her eyes closed-the monotonous ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece grew drowsily fainter and fainter on her ear. Little by little she dropped into slumber; slumber so light that she started when a morsel of coal fell into the grate, or when the birds chirped and twittered in their aviary in the winter garden.

Lady Janet and Horace came in.

conscious of persons in the room.

She was faintly After an interval

she opened her eyes, and half rose to speak to them.

The room was empty again. and left her to repose.

They had stolen out softly Her eyes closed once more.

She dropped back into slumber, and from slumber, in the favouring warmth and quiet of the place, into deep and dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER THE EIGHTH.

THE MAN APPEARS.

AFTER an interval of rest, Mercy was aroused by the shutting of a glass door at the far end of the conservatory. This door, leading into the garden, was used only by the inmates of the house, or by old friends privileged to enter the reception rooms by that way. Assuming that either Horace or Lady Janet were returning to the dining-room, Mercy raised herself a little on the sofa and listened.

The voice of one of the men-servants caught her

ear. It was answered by another voice, which instantly set her trembling in every limb.

She started up, and listened again in breathless terror. Yes! there was no mistaking it. The voice that was answering the servant was the unforgotten voice which she had heard at the Refuge. The visitor who had come in by the glass door was-Julian Gray! His rapid footsteps advanced nearer and nearer to the dining-room. She recovered herself sufficiently to hurry to the library door. Her hand shook so that she failed at first to open it. She had just succeeded when she heard him again-speaking to her.

'Pray don't run away! I am nothing very formidable. Only Lady Janet's nephew-Julian Gray.'

She turned slowly, spell-bound by his voice, and confronted him in silence.

He was standing, hat in hand, at the entrance to the conservatory, dressed in black, and wearing a white cravat-but with a studious avoidance of anything specially clerical in the make and form of his clothes. Young as he was, there were marks of care already on his face, and the hair was prematurely thin and scanty over his forehead. His slight active figure was of no more than the middle height. His complexion was pale. The lower part of his face, without beard or whiskers, was in no way remarkable. An average observer would have passed him by without notice-but for his eyes. These alone made a marked man of him. The unusual size of the orbits in which they were set was enough of itself to attract attention; it gave a grandeur to his head, which the head, broad and firm as it was, did

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