After looking at her for a moment, he entered the room without speaking to her again.

She was beginning to perplex as well as to interest him.

"No common sorrow," he thought, "has set its mark on that woman's face; no common heart beats in that woman's breast.

Who can she be ?" Mercy rallied her courage, and forced herself to speak to him.
"Lady Janet is in the library, I believe," she said, timidly.

"Shall I tell her you are here ?" "Don't disturb Lady Janet, and don't disturb yourself." With that answer he approached the luncheon-table, delicately giving her time to feel more at her ease.