There can be but one reason for your taking such a step as that." "It is the only atonement I can make, madam." "I see another letter on your lap.

Is it my letter ?" "Yes." "Have you read it ?" "I have read it." "Have you seen Horace Holmcroft ?" "Yes." "Have you told Horace Holmcroft--" "Oh, Lady Janet--" "Don't interrupt me.

Have you told Horace Holmcroft what my letter positively forbade you to communicate, either to him or to any living creature?
I want no protestations and excuses.

Answer me instantly, and answer in one word--Yes, or No." Not even that haughty language, not even those pitiless tones, could extinguish in Mercy's heart the sacred memories of past kindness and past love.

She fell on her knees--her outstretched hands touched Lady Janet's dress.