His eyes followed Mercy with a vacant, questioning look.

Lady Janet seemed, in her different way, to share the strange oppression that had fallen on him.

A vague sense of dread and distress hung like a cloud over her mind.

At that memorable moment she felt her age, she looked her age, as she had never felt it or looked it yet.
"Have I your ladyship's leave," said Mercy, respectfully, "to go to my room ?" Lady Janet mutely granted the request.

Mercy's last look, before she went out, was a look at Grace.