l I asked was to be confronted with
her. And what did she do when she came into the room? She fainted at the
sight of me."

Reiterating her one triumphant assertion, she fixed her eyes on Julian
with a look which said plainly: Answer that if you can. In mercy to her,
Julian answered it on the spot.

"As far as I understand," he said, "you appear to take it for granted
that no innocent woman would have fainted on first seeing you. I have
something to tell you which will alter your opinion. On her arrival
in England this lady informed my aunt that she had met with you
accidentally on the French frontier, and that she had seen you (so far
as she knew) struck dead at her side by a shell. Remember that, and
recall what happened just now. Without a word to warn her of your
restoration to life, she finds herself suddenly face to face with you,
a living woman--and this at a time when it is easy for any one who looks
at her to see that she is in delicate health. What is there wonderful,
what is there unaccountable, in her fainting under such circumstances as
these?"

The question was plainly put. Where was the answer to it?

There was no answer to it. Mercy's wisely candid statement of the manner
in which she had first met with Grace, and of the accident which
had followed had served Mercy's purpose but too well. It was simply
impossible for persons acquainted with that statement to attach a guilty
meaning to the swoon. The false Grace Roseberry was still as far beyond
the reach of suspicion as ever, and the true Grace was quick enough to
see it. She sank into the chair from which she had risen; her hands fell
in hopeless despair on her lap.

"Everything is against me," she said. "The truth itself turns liar, and
takes _her_ side." She paused, and rallied her sinking courage. "No!"
she cried, resolutely, "I won't submit to have my name and my place
taken from me by a vile adventuress! Say what you like, I insist on
exposing her; I won't leave the house!"

The servant entered the room, and announced that the cab was at the
door.

Grace turned to Julian with a defiant wave of her hand. "Don't let me
detain you," she said. "I see I have neither advice nor help to expect
from Mr. Julian Gray."

Julian beckoned to the servant to follow him into a corner of the room.

"Do you know if the doctor has been sent for?" he asked.

"I believe not, sir. It is said in the servants' hall that the doctor is
not wanted."

Julian wa