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Updated: June 7, 2025
She had owned it at last! To this end Lady Janet had submitted to Grace Roseberry; had offended Horace Holmcroft; had stooped, for the first time in her life, to concealments and compromises that degraded her. After all that she had sacrificed and suffered, there Mercy knelt at her feet, self-convicted of violating her commands, trampling on her feelings, deserting her house!
"I feel the deepest interest in hearing all that you have still to confide to me," he answered. "But anxious as I may be, I will not hurry you. I will wait, if you wish it." "I am afraid I must own that I do wish it," Mercy rejoined. "Not on my account but because my time is at the disposal of Horace Holmcroft. I expect to see him in a few minutes." "Could you give me those few minutes?"
Without a change in her face, without a movement in her limbs, she spoke the fatal words: "I have come from a Refuge, and I am going back to a Refuge. Mr. Horace Holmcroft, I am Mercy Merrick." THERE was a pause. The moments passed and not one of the three moved. The moments passed and not one of the three spoke. Insensibly the words of supplication died away on Julian's lips.
Horace Holmcroft entered the room again at the moment when Surgeon Wetzel's staring eyes were still fastened on her, waiting for her reply. "I have not overrated my interest," he said, pointing to a little slip of paper in his hand. "Here is the pass. Have you got pen and ink? I must fill up the form." Mercy pointed to the writing materials on the table.
It is so hard, after all that I have suffered when my heart is yearning for peace and happiness and love!" She checked herself, shuddering at the words that had escaped her. "Remember how Mr. Holmcroft has used me! Remember how Lady Janet has left me! Remember what I have told you of my life! The scorn of every creature you know would strike at you through me. No! no! no! Not a word more.
He had barely crossed the threshold before the library door was thrown open next by the servant posted in the room. The man drew back respectfully, and gave admission to Lady Janet Roy. She was followed by Horace Holmcroft with his mother's wedding present to Mercy in his hand. JULIAN looked round the room, and stopped at the door which he had just opened.
Holmcroft, I had begun to live under an assumed name the prettiest name they could invent for me 'to look well in the bills. It was sometimes a hard struggle for us, in bad seasons, to keep body and soul together. Learning to sing and dance in public often meant learning to bear hunger and cold in private, when I was apprenticed to the stage.
"MR. JULIAN GRAY has asked me to tell him, and to tell you, Mr. Holmcroft, how my troubles began. They began before my recollection. They began with my birth. She suffered, poor creature, the usual penalty of such conduct as hers.
You are a woman with resources; you know the value of having two strings to your bow. If Mr. Holmcroft fails you, you have got Mr. Julian Gray. Ah! you sicken me. I'll see that Mr. Holmcroft's eyes are opened; he shall know what a woman he might have married but for Me " She checked herself; the next refinement of insult remained suspended on her lips.
It was simply a very impertinent a very disagreeable reference to you and Mr. Holmcroft, I think, in connection with the Dovedell's picnic. It was a particularly silly thing as well, and I am sure no one would attach any importance to it, but it was said openly at the Club, and 'Who said it? Mrs. Innes demanded. A flood of colour rushed over her face. Horace marked that she blushed.
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