"I have deserved it!"
Julian interposed once more in Mercy's defense.
"Wait till you are sure there is no excuse for her, Horace," he said, quietly. "Grant her justice, if you can grant no more.
I leave you together."
He advanced toward the door of the dining-room.
Horace's weakness disclosed itself once more.
"Don't leave me alone with her!" he burst out.
"The misery of it is more than I can bear!"
Julian looked at Mercy.
Her face brightened faintly.
That momentary expression of relief told him how truly he would be befriending her if he consented to remain in the room.
A position of retirement was offered to him by a recess formed by the central bay-window of the library.
If he occupied this place, they could see or not see that he was present, as their own inclinations might decide them.
"I will stay with you, Horace, as long as you wish me to be here."
Having answered in those terms, he stopped as he passed Mercy, on his way to the window.
His quick and kindly insight told him that he might still be of some service to her.
A hint from him might show her the shortest and the easiest way of making her confession.
Delicately and briefly he gave her the hint.
"The first time I met you," he said, "I saw that your life had had its troubles.
Let us hear how those troubles began."
He withdrew to his place in the recess.
For the first time, since the fatal evening when she and Grace Roseberry had met in the French cottage, Mercy Merrick looked back into the purgatory on earth of her past life, and told her sad story simply and truly in these words.
CHAPTER XXVII. MAGDALEN'S APPRENTICESHIP.
"MR. JULIAN GRAY has asked me to tell him, and to tell you, Mr. Holmcroft, how my troubles began.
They began before my recollection.
They began with my birth.
"My mother (as I have heard her say) ruined her prospects, when she was quite a young girl, by a marriage with one of her father's servants—the groom who rode out with her.
She suffered, poor creature, the usual penalty of such conduct as hers.
After a short time she and her husband were separated—on the condition of her sacrificing to the man whom she had married the whole of the little fortune that she possessed in her right.
"Gaining her freedom, my mother had to gain her daily bread next.
Her family refused to take her back.
She attached herself to a company of strolling players.
"She was earning a bare living in this way, when my father accidentally met with her.
He was a man of high rank, proud of his position, and well known in the society of that time for his many accomplishments and his refined tastes.
My mother's beauty fascinated him.
He took her from the strolling players, and surrounded her with every luxury that a woman could desire in a house of her own.
"I don't know how long they lived together.
I only know that my father, at the time of my first recollections, had abandoned her.
She had excited his suspicions of her fidelity—suspicions which cruelly wronged her, as she declared to her dying day.
I believed her, because she was my mother.
But I cannot expect others to do as I did—I can only repeat what she said.
My father left her absolutely penniless.
He never saw her again; and he refused to go to her when she sent to him in her last moments on earth.
"She was back again among the strolling players when I first remember her.
It was not an unhappy time for me.
I was the favorite pet and plaything of the poor actors.
They taught me to sing and to dance at an age when other children are just beginning to learn to read.
At five years old I was in what is called 'the profession,' and had made my poor little reputation in booths at country fairs.
As early as that, Mr. Holmcroft, I had begun to live under an assumed name—the prettiest name they could invent for me 'to look well in the bills.'
It was sometimes a hard struggle for us, in bad seasons, to keep body and soul together.