A sharp pang of pain wrung her as she thought of the time when even the chance utterance of her name would become an unpardonable offense in Lady Janet's house.
But there was no shrinking in her now from the ordeal of the confession.
She was not only anxious--she was impatient for Julian's return.

Before she slept that night Julian's confidence in her should be a confidence that she had deserved.
"Let her own the truth, without the base fear of discovery to drive her to it.

Let her do justice to the woman whom she has wronged, while that woman is still powerless to expose her.

Let her sacrifice everything that she has gained by the fraud to the sacred duty of atonement.

If she can do that, then her repentance has nobly revealed the noble nature that is in her; then she is a woman to be trusted, respected, beloved." Those words were as vividly present to her as if she still heard them falling from his lips.