Her mind filled suddenly with the image of Mercy.

She longed to feast her eyes again on that grand beauty, to fill her ears again with the melody of that gentle voice.
"I require time to consider--in justice to my own self-respect," Grace went on.
Lady Janet wearily made a sign, granting time to consider.
"Your ladyship's boudoir is, I presume, still at my disposal ?" Lady Janet silently granted the boudoir.
"And your ladyship's servants are at my orders, if I have occasion to employ them ?" Lady Janet suddenly opened her eyes.

"The whole household is at your orders," she cried, furiously.

"Leave me!" Grace was far from being offended.

If anything, she was gratified--there was a certain triumph in having stung Lady Janet into an open outbreak of temper.