THE MAN IS COMING.
"You look very pale this morning, my child."Mercy sighed wearily."I am not well," she answered."The slightest noises startle me.I feel tired if I only walk across the room."Lady Janet patted her kindly on the shoulder."We must try what a change will do for you.Which shall it be? the Continent or the sea-side?""Your ladyship is too kind to me."
"It is impossible to be too kind to you."Mercy started.The color flowed charmingly over her pale face."Oh!" she exclaimed, impulsively."Say that again!""Say it again?" repeated Lady Janet, with a look of surprise.
"Yes! Don't think me presuming; only think me vain.I can't hear you say too often that you have learned to like me.Is it really a pleasure to you to have me in the house? Have I always behaved well since I have been with you?"(The one excuse for the act of personation--if excuse there could be--lay in the affirmative answer to those questions.It would be something, surely, to say of the false Grace that the true Grace could not have been worthier of her welcome, if the true Grace had been received at Mablethorpe House!)Lady Janet was partly touched, partly amused, by the extraordinary earnestness of the appeal that had been made to her.
"Have you behaved well?" she repeated."My dear, you talk as if you were a child!" She laid her hand caressingly on Mercy's arm, and continued, in a graver tone: "It is hardly too much to say, Grace, that I bless the day when you first came to me.I do believe I could be hardly fonder of you if you were my own daughter."Mercy suddenly turned her head aside, so as to hide her face.Lady Janet, still touching her arm, felt it tremble."What is the matter with you?" she asked, in her abrupt, downright manner.
"I am only very grateful to your ladyship--that is all."The words were spoken faintly, in broken tones.The face was still averted from Lady Janet's view."What have I said to provoke this?" wondered the old lady."Is she in the melting mood to-day? If she is, now is the time to say a word for Horace!" Keeping that excellent object in view, Lady Janet approached the delicate topic with all needful caution at starting.
"We have got on so well together," she resumed, "that it will not be easy for either of us to feel reconciled to a change in our lives.At my age, it will fall hardest on me.What shall I do, Grace, when the day comes for parting with my adopted daughter?"Mercy started, and showed her face again.The traces of tears were in her eyes."Why should I leave you?" she asked, in a tone of alarm.
"Surely you know!" exclaimed Lady Janet.
"Indeed I don't.Tell me why."
"Ask Horace to tell you."
The last allusion was too plain to be misunderstood.Mercy's head drooped.She began to tremble again.Lady Janet looked at her in blank amazement.
"Is there anything wrong between Horace and you?" she asked.
"No."
"You know your own heart, my dear child? You have surely not encouraged Horace without loving him?""Oh no!"
"And yet--"
For the first time in their experience of each other Mercy ventured to interrupt her benefactress."Dear Lady Janet," she interposed, gently, "I am in no hurry to be married.There will be plenty of time in the future to talk of that.You had something you wished to say to me.What is it?"It was no easy matter to disconcert Lady Janet Roy.But that last question fairly reduced her to silence.After all that had passed, there sat her young companion, innocent of the faintest suspicion of the subject that was to be discussed between them! "What are the young women of the present time made of?" thought the old lady, utterly at a loss to know what to say next.Mercy waited, on her side, with an impenetrable patience which only aggravated the difficulties of the position.The silence was fast threatening to bring the interview to a sudden and untimely end, when the door from the library opened, and a man-servant, bearing a little silver salver, entered the room.
Lady Janet's rising sense of annoyance instantly seized on the servant as a victim."What do you want?" she asked, sharply."I never rang for you.""A letter, my lady.The messenger waits for an answer."The man presented his salver with the letter on it, and withdrew.
Lady Janet recognized the handwriting on the address with a look of surprise."Excuse me, my dear," she said, pausing, with her old-fashioned courtesy, before she opened the envelope.Mercy made the necessary acknowledgment, and moved away to the other end of the room, little thinking that the arrival of the letter marked a crisis in her life.Lady Janet put on her spectacles."Odd that he should have come back already!" she said to herself, as she threw the empty envelope on the table.
The letter contained these lines, the writer of them being no other than the man who had preached in the chapel of the Refuge:
