The discovery that she had made on opening the drawing-room door still hung on her mind.
Julian had certainly convinced her that she had misinterpreted what she had seen; but he had convinced her against her will.

She had found Mercy deeply agitated; suspiciously silent.

Julian might be innocent, she admitted--there was no accounting for the vagaries of men.

But the case of Mercy was altogether different.

Women did not find themselves in the arms of men without knowing what they were about.