, and to save you (possibly) from being
rejected to your face by the man you love. In my opinion, the thing is
done already. I have reasons of my own for believing that my aunt will
succeed far more easily than she could anticipate. Horace's temper will
help her."

Mercy's mind began to yield to him, in spite of herself.

"What do you mean by Horace's temper?" she inquired.

"Must you ask me that?" he said, drawing back a little from her.

"I must."

"I mean by Horace's temper, Horace's unworthy distrust of the interest
that I feel in you."

She instantly understood him. And more than that, she secretly admired
him for the scrupulous delicacy with which he had expressed himself.
Another man would not have thought of sparing her in that way. Another
man would have said, plainly, "Horace is jealous of me."

Julian did not wait for her to answer him. He considerately went on.

"For the reason that I have just mentioned," he said, "Horace will be
easily irritated into taking a course which, in his calmer moments,
nothing would induce him to adopt. Until I heard what your maid said to
you I had thought (for your sake) of retiring before he joined you
here. Now I know that my name has been introduced, and has made mischief
upstairs, I feel the necessity (for your sake again) of meeting Horace
and his temper face to face before you see him. Let me, if I can,
prepare him to hear you without any angry feeling in his mind toward
you. Do you object to retire to the next room for a few minutes in the
event of his coming back to the library?"

Mercy's courage instantly rose with the emergency. She refused to leave
the two men together.

"Don't think me insensible to your kindness," she said. "If I leave you
with Horace I may expose you to insult. I refuse to do that. What makes
you doubt his coming back?"

"His prolonged absence makes me doubt it," Julian replied. "In my
belief, the marriage is broken off. He may go as Grace Roseberry has
gone. You may never see him again."

The instant the opinion was uttered, it was practically contradicted by
the man himself. Horace opened the library door.

CHAPTER XXV. THE CONFESSION

HE stopped just inside the door. His first look was for Mercy; his is
second look was for Julian.

"I knew it!" he said, with an assumption of sardonic composure. "If I
could only have persuaded Lady Janet to bet, I should have won a hundred
pounds." He advanced to Julian, with a sudden chan