"Do you think I am fool enough to believe that?
You are one shameful brazen lie from head to foot! Are _you_ the woman to give up your silks and your jewels, and your position in this house, and to go back to the Refuge of your own accord?
Not you--not you!" A first faint flush of color showed itself, stealing slowly over Mercy's face; but she still held resolutely by the good influence which Julian had left behind him.

She could still say to herself, "Anything rather than disappoint Julian Gray." Sustained by the courage which _he_ had called to life in her, she submitted to her martyrdom as bravely as ever.

But there was an ominous change in her now: she could only submit in silence; she could no longer trust herself to answer.
The mute endurance in her face additionally exasperated Grace Roseberry.
"_You_ won't confess," she went on.

"You have had a week to confess in, and you have not done it yet.

No, no! you are of the sort that cheat and lie to the last.