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"Perhaps you agree with him? My dear aunt (as you have often said), I

do nothing like other people. I am interested in this case. I cannot

abandon a forlorn woman who has been confided to me to the tender

mercies of strangers, so long as there is any hope of my making

discoveries which may be instrumental in restoring her to

herself--perhaps, also, in restoring her to her friends.

"I start by the mail-train of to-night. My plan is to go first to

Mannheim and consult with the consul and the hospital doctors; then to

find my way to the German surgeon and to question _him_; and, that done,

to make the last and hardest effort of all--the effort to trace the

French ambulance and to penetrate the mystery of Mercy Merrick.

"Immediately on my return I will wait on you, and tell you what I have

accomplished, or how I have failed.

"In the meanwhile, pray be under no alarm about the reappearance of this

unhappy woman at your house. She is fully occupied in writing (at my

suggestion) to her friends in Canada; and she is under the care of the

landlady at her lodgings--an experienced and trustworthy person, who

has satisfied the doctor as well as myself of her fitness for the charge

that she has undertaken.

"Pray mention this to Miss Roseberry (whenever you think it desirable),

with the respectful expression of my sympathy, and of my best wishes for

her speedy restoration to health. And once more forgive me for failing,

under stress of necessity, to enjoy the hospitality of Mablethorpe

House."

Lady Janet closed Julian's letter, feeling far from satisfied with it.

She sat for a while, pondering over what her nephew had written to her.

"One of two things," thought the quick-witted old lady. "Either the

lawyer is right, and Julian is a fit companion for the madwoman whom he

has taken under his charge, or he has some second motive for this absurd

journey of his which he has carefully abstained from mentioning in his

letter. What can the motive be?"

At intervals during the night that question recurred to her ladyship

again and again. The utmost exercise of her ingenuity failing to answer

it, her one resource left was to wait patiently for Julian's return,

and, in her own favorite phrase, to "have it out of him" then.

The next morning Lady Janet and her adopted daughter left Mablethorpe

House for Brighton; Horace (who had begged to be allowed to accompany

them) being sentenced to remain in London by Mercy's express desire.

Why--nobody could guess; and Mercy refused to say.