A momentary flush spread over his pale cheeks as he looked at the beautiful compassionate face pleading with him.
"No! no!" he said, smiling; "though I am a parson, I don't carry the begging-box everywhere."
Mercy attempted to press the purse on him.
The quaint humor began to twinkle again in his eyes as he abruptly drew back from it.
"Don't tempt me!" he said.
"The frailest of all human creatures is a clergyman tempted by a subscription."
Mercy persisted, and conquered; she made him prove the truth of his own profound observation of clerical human nature by taking a piece of money from the purse.
"If I must take it—I must!" he remarked.
"Thank you for setting the good example! thank you for giving the timely help!
What name shall I put down on my list?"
Mercy's eyes looked confusedly away from him.
"No name," she said, in a low voice. "My subscription is anonymous."
As she replied, the library door opened.
To her infinite relief—to Julian's secret disappointment—Lady Janet Roy and Horace Holmcroft entered the room together.
"Julian!" exclaimed Lady Janet, holding up her hands in astonishment.
He kissed his aunt on the cheek.
"Your ladyship is looking charmingly."
He gave his hand to Horace.
Horace took it, and passed on to Mercy.
They walked away together slowly to the other end of the room.
Julian seized on the chance which left him free to speak privately to his aunt.
"I came in through the conservatory," he said. "And I found that young lady in the room.
Who is she?"
"Are you very much interested in her?" asked Lady Janet, in her gravely ironical way.
Julian answered in one expressive word.
"Indescribably!"
Lady Janet called to Mercy to join her.
"My dear," she said, "let me formally present my nephew to you.
Julian, this is Miss Grace Roseberry—" She suddenly checked herself.
The instant she pronounced the name, Julian started as if it was a surprise to him.
"What is it?" she asked, sharply.
"Nothing," he answered, bowing to Mercy, with a marked absence of his former ease of manner.
She returned the courtesy a little restrainedly on her side.
She, too, had seen him start when Lady Janet mentioned the name by which she was known.
The start meant something.
What could it be?
Why did he turn aside, after bowing to her, and address himself to Horace, with an absent look in his face, as if his thoughts were far away from his words?
A complete change had come over him; and it dated from the moment when his aunt had pronounced the name that was not her name—-the name that she had stolen!
Lady Janet claimed Julian's attention, and left Horace free to return to Mercy.
"Your room is ready for you," she said.
"You will stay here, of course?"
Julian accepted the invitation—-still with the air of a man whose mind was preoccupied.
Instead of looking at his aunt when he made his reply, he looked round at Mercy with a troubled curiosity in his face, very strange to see.
Lady Janet tapped him impatiently on the shoulder.
"I expect people to look at me when people speak to me," she said. "What are you staring at my adopted daughter for?"
"Your adopted daughter?" Julian repeated—looking at his aunt this time, and looking very earnestly.
"Certainly!
As Colonel Roseberry's daughter, she is connected with me by marriage already.
Did you think I had picked up a foundling?"
Julian's face cleared; he looked relieved.