The woman's
eyes traveled backward and forward between Lady Janet and Horace
with the light of a new suspicion in them.
"Grace!" she exclaimed. "What Grace? That's my name. Lady Janet,
you _have_ got the letter! The woman is here!"
Lady Janet dropped Horace's arm, and retraced her steps to the
place at which her nephew was standing.
"Julian, "she said. "You force me, for the first time in my life,
to remind you of the respect that is due to me in my own house.
Send that woman away."
Without waiting to be answered, she turned back again, and once
more took Horace's arm.
"Stand back, if you please," she said, quietly, to Grace.
Grace held her ground.
"The woman is here!" she repeated. "Confront me with her--and
then send me away, if you like."
Julian advanced, and firmly took her by the arm. "You forget what
is due to Lady Janet," he said, drawing her aside. "You forget
what is due to yourself."
With a desperate effort, Grace broke away from him, and stopped
Lady Janet on the threshold of the conservatory door.
"Justice!" she cried, shaking her clinched hand with hysterical
frenzy in the air. "I claim my right to meet that woman face to
face! Where is she? Confront me with her! Confront me with her!"
While those wild words were pouring from her lips, the rumbling
of carriage wheels became audible on the drive in front of the
house.
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