I have ventured to bring her with me, thinking she might help to reconcile you to the coming change in your life.

You will find us both waiting to go back with you to the old home.
I write this instead of saying it, hearing from the servant that you are not alone, and being unwilling to intrude myself, as a stranger, on the lady of the house." Lady Janet read the penciled lines, as she had read the printed sentences, aloud.

Without a word of comment she laid the letter where she had laid the card; and, rising from her seat, stood for a moment in stern silence, looking at Mercy.

The sudden change in her which the letter had produced--quietly as it had taken place--was terrible to see.

On the frowning brow, in the flashing eyes, on the hardened lips, outraged love and outraged pride looked down on the lost woman, and said, as if in words, You have roused us at last.
"If that letter means anything," she said, "it means you are about to leave my house.