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She turned her head hesitated and suddenly approached Julian. Like Grace Roseberry, she was trembling. Like Grace Roseberry, she whispered, "Who is he?" Julian told her plainly who he was. "Why is he here?" "Can't you guess?" "No!" Horace left Lady Janet, and joined Mercy and Julian impatient of the private colloquy between them. "Am I in the way?" he inquired.
"Go ahead," challenged Frank, keeping out of radius of the judge's breath. "Come, come, young man," maundered Roseberry. "I'm too old a bird to have to circumlocate. You know your father has great confidence in me." "I never heard of it before," retorted Frank. "Oh, yes," insisted Roseberry with bland unction. "Had a case of his once."
"I am afraid you have put that charming creature to some inconvenience in sending her away just at this time." Horace looked up suddenly, with a flush on his face. "When you say 'that charming creature," he asked, sharply, "I suppose you mean Miss Roseberry?" "Certainly," answered Julian. "Why not?" Lady Janet interposed. "Gently, Julian," she said.
"My darling, now you do know it, what is there to alarm you?" he asked. To her mind the personation of Grace Roseberry had suddenly assumed a new aspect: the aspect of a fatality. It had led her blindfold to the house in which she and the preacher at the Refuge were to meet. He was coming the man who had reached her inmost heart, who had influenced her whole life!
"I am very sorry for you," was all that Miss Roseberry could say. "Everybody is sorry for me," answered the nurse, as patiently as ever; "everybody is kind to me. But the lost place is not to be regained. I can't get back! I can't get back?" she cried, with a passionate outburst of despair checked instantly the moment it had escaped her. "Shall I tell you what my experience has been?" she resumed.
"It refers to the hateful woman who frightened Miss Roseberry. Now are you satisfied?" Julian bowed, and settled himself in his chair. "I don't much like to acknowledge it," his aunt went on. "But I want you to understand that I have something really serious to speak about, for once in a way. Julian! that wretch not only frightens Grace she actually frightens me." "Frightens you?
"And I come here, as I promised, to report myself on my return. How does your ladyship do? How is Miss Roseberry?" Lady Janet laid an indicative finger on the lace pelerine which ornamented the upper part of her dress. "Here is the old lady, well," she answered and pointed next to the room above them. "And there," she added, "is the young lady, ill. Is anything the matter with you, Julian?"
"Your ladyship is not to suppose that I snap at your check," she said. Lady Janet leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. The very sight of Grace Roseberry sickened her. Her mind filled suddenly with the image of Mercy. She longed to feast her eyes again on that grand beauty, to fill her ears again with the melody of that gentle voice.
The Prince of Wales and Lord Roseberry threw their influence on the side of conciliation. A.J. Balfour declared that a conflict with the United States would carry something of the "horror of civil war" and looked forward to the time when the country would "feel that they and we have a common duty to perform, a common office to fulfill among the nations of the world."
While those wild words were pouring from her lips, the rumbling of carriage wheels became audible on the drive in front of the house. The first eyes that discovered her presence on the scene were the eyes of Grace Roseberry. Starting violently in Julian's grasp, she pointed toward the library door. "Ah!" she cried, with a shriek of vindictive delight. "There she is!"
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