She waited a minute, until she could look at her own daring
project from another point of view. Where was the harm of it?
what did her conscience say?
As to Grace, in the first place. What injury was she doing to a
woman who was dead? The question answered itself. No injury to
the woman. No injury to her relations. Her relations were dead
also.
As to Lady Janet, in the second place. If she served her new
mistress faithfully, if she filled her new sphere honorably, if
she was diligent under instruction and grateful for kindness--if,
in one word, she was all that she might be and would be in the
heavenly peace and security of that new life--what injury was she
doing to Lady Janet? Once more the question answered itself. She
might, and would, give Lady Janet cause to bless the day when she
first entered the house.
She snatched up Colonel Roseberry's letter, and put it into the
case with the other papers. The opportunity was before her; the
chances were all in her favor; her conscience said nothing
against trying the daring scheme. She decided then and
there--"I'll do it!"
Something jarred on her finer sense, something offended her
better nature, as she put the case into the pocket of her dress.
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