My good friend, answer me, for the sake of old times." His voice faltered as he spoke those imploring words.

Under the dull blank of his face there appeared the first signs of emotion slowly forcing its way outward.

The stunned mind was reviving faintly.

Julian saw his opportunity of aiding the recovery, and seized it.

He took Horace gently by the arm, and pointed to Mercy.
"There is your answer!" he said.