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she is. There is just a chance-especially if she proves to be a sensible person and a good nurse--that he may astonish you all by recognising her. In that case only his recovery is probable. If you persist in disregarding his entreaties, if you let the delirium go on for four and twenty hours more, he is a dead man.”

Lady Janet was, most unluckily, present when this impudent opinion was delivered at the bedside.

'Need I tell you the sequel? Called upon to choose between the course indicated by a physician who is making his five thousand a year, and who is certain of the next medical baronetcy, and the advice volunteered by an obscure general practitioner at the East End of London, who is not making his five hundred a yearneed I stop to inform you of her ladyship's decision? You know her; and you will only too well understand that her next proceeding was to pay a third visit to the Refuge.

Two hours later-I give you my word of honour I am not exaggerating-Mercy Merrick was established at Julian's bedside.

'The excuse, of course, was that it was her duty not to let any private scruples of her own stand in the way, when a medical authority had declared that she might save the patient's life. You will not be surprised to hear that I withdrew from the scene. The physician followed my example-after having written his soothing prescription, and having been grossly insulted by the local practitioner's refusal to make use of it. I went back in the doctor's carriage. He spoke most feelingly and properly. Without giving any positive opinion,

I could see that he had abandoned all hope of Julian's recovery. "We are in the hands of Providence, Mr. Holmcroft "-those were his last words as he set me down at my mother's door.

'I have hardly the heart to go on. If I studied my own wishes, I should feel inclined to stop here.

'Let me at least hasten to the end. In two or three days' time, I received my first intelligence of the patient and his nurse. Lady Janet informed me that he had recognised her. When I heard this I felt prepared for what was to come. The next report announced that he was gaining strength, and the next that he was out of danger. Upon this, Lady Janet returned to Mablethorpe House. I called there a week ago-and heard that he had been removed to the seaside. I called yesterday and received the latest information from her ladyship's own lips. My pen almost refuses to write it. Mercy Merrick has consented to marry him!

'An Outrage on Society-that is how my mother and my sisters view it; that is how you will view it too. My mother has herself struck Julian's name off her invitation list. The servants have their orders if he presumes to call: "Not at home."

'I am unhappily only too certain that I am correct, in writing to you of this disgraceful marriage as of a settled thing. Lady Janet went the length of showing me the letters-one from Julian; the other from the woman herself. Fancy Mercy Merrick in correspondence with Lady Janet Roy!-addressing her as "My dear Lady Janet," and signing, "Yours affectionately"!

'I had not the patience to read either of the letters

through. Julian's tone is the tone of a Socialist; in my opinion his bishop ought to be informed of it. As for her, she plays her part just as cleverly with her pen as she played it with her tongue. "I cannot disguise from myself that I am wrong in yielding." . . . “Sad forebodings fill my mind when I think of the future."

"I feel as if the first contemptuous look that is cast at my husband will destroy my happiness though it may not disturb him." . . . “As long as I was parted from him I could control my own weakness; I could accept my hard lot. But how can I resist him, after having watched for weeks at his bedside; after having seen his first smile, and heard his first grateful words to me while I was slowly helping him back to life?"

'There is the tone which she takes through four closely written pages of nauseous humility and claptrap sentiment! It is enough to make one despise women. Thank God, there is the contrast at hand, to remind me of what is due to the better few among the sex. I feel that my mother and my sisters are doubly precious to me now. May I add, on the side of consolation, that I prize with hardly inferior gratitude, the privilege of corresponding with you?

Farewell, for the present. I am too rudely shaken in my most cherished convictions, I am too depressed and disheartened, to write more. All good wishes go with you, dear Miss Roseberry, until we meet.

Most truly yours,

'HORACE HOLMCROFT.'

IV.

Extracts from the DIARY of THE REVEREND JULIAN GRAY.

FIRST EXTRACT.

'A MONTH to-day since we were married! I have only one thing to say: I would cheerfully go through all that I have suffered, to live this one month over again. I never knew what happiness was until now. And better still, I have persuaded Mercy that it is all her doing. I have scattered her misgivings to the winds; she is obliged to submit to evidence, and to own that she can make the happiness of my life.

'We go back to London to-morrow. She regrets leaving the tranquil retirement of this remote seaside place- she dreads change. I care nothing for it. It is all one to me where I go so long as my wife is with me.'

SECOND EXTRACT.

"The first cloud has risen. I entered the room unexpectedly just now, and found her in tears.

With considerable difficulty I persuaded her to tell me what had happened. Are there any limits to the mischief that can be done by the tongue of a foolish woman? The landlady at my lodgings is the woman, in this case. Having no decided plans for the future as yet, we returned (most unfortunately, as the event

has proved) to the rooms in London which I inhabited in my bachelor days. They are still mine for six weeks to come, and Mercy was unwilling to let me incur the expense of taking her to an hotel. At breakfast this morning, I rashly congratulated myself (in my wife's hearing) on finding that a much smaller collection. than usual of letters and cards had accumulated in my absence. Breakfast over, I was obliged to go out. Painfully sensitive, poor-thing, to any change in my experience of the little world around me which it is possible to connect with the event of my marriage, Mercy questioned the landlady in my absence about the diminished number of my visitors and my correspondents. The woman seized the opportunity of gossiping about me and my affairs, and my wife's quick perception drew the right conclusion unerringly. My marriage has decided certain wise heads of families on discontinuing their social relations with me. The facts, unfortunately, speak for themselves. People who in former years habitually called upon me and invited me-or who, in the event of my absence, habitually wrote to me at this season-have abstained with a remarkable unanimity from calling, inviting, or writing

now.

'It would have been sheer waste of time-to say nothing of its also implying a want of confidence in my wife-if I had attempted to set things right by disputing Mercy's conclusion. I could only satisfy her that not so much as the shadow of disappointment or mortification rested on my mind. In this way I have, to some extent, succeeded in composing my poor dar

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