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"I cannot altogether undertake to advise you," Lady Janet replied."I can only suppose that you will scarcely remain in England, where you have no friends.Whether you go to law with me or not, you will surely feel the necessity of communicating personally with your friends in Canada.Am I right?"Grace was quite quick enough to understand this as it was meant.Properly interpreted, the answer signified--"If you take your compensation in money, it is understood, as part of the bargain that you don't remain in England to annoy me.""Your ladyship is quite right," she said."I shall certainly not remain in England.I shall consult my friends--and," she added, mentally, "go to law with you afterward, if I possibly can, with your own money!""You will return to Canada," Lady Janet proceeded; "and your prospects there will be, probably, a little uncertain at first.Taking this into consideration, at what amount do you estimate, in your own mind, the pecuniary assistance which you will require?""May I count on your ladyship's, kindness to correct me if my own ignorant calculations turn out to be wrong?" Grace asked, innocently.

Here again the words, properly interpreted, had a special signification of their own: "It is stipulated, on my part, that I put myself up to auction, and that my estimate shall be regulated by your ladyship's highest bid." Thoroughly understanding the stipulation, Lady Janet bowed, and waited gravely.

Gravely, on her side, Grace began.

"I am afraid I should want more than a hundred pounds," she said.

Lady Janet made her first bid."I think so too.""More, perhaps, than two hundred?"

Lady Janet made her second bid."Probably.""More than three hundred? Four hundred? Five hundred?"Lady Janet made her highest bid."Five hundred pounds will do," she said.

In spite of herself, Grace's rising color betrayed her ungovernable excitement.From her earliest childhood she had been accustomed to see shillings and sixpences carefully considered before they were parted with.She had never known her father to possess so much as five golden sovereigns at his own disposal (unencumbered by debt) in all her experience of him.The atmosphere in which she had lived and breathed was the all-stifling one of genteel poverty.There was something horrible in the greedy eagerness of her eyes as they watched Lady Janet, to see if she was really sufficiently in earnest to give away five hundred pounds sterling with a stroke of her pen.

Lady Janet wrote the check in a few seconds, and pushed it across the table.

Grace's hungry eyes devoured the golden line, "Pay to myself or bearer five hundred pounds," and verified the signature beneath, "Janet Roy." Once sure of the money whenever she chose to take it, the native meanness of her nature in stantly asserted itself.She tossed her head, and let the check lie on the table, with an overacted appearance of caring very little whether she took it or not.

"Your ladyship is not to suppose that I snap at your check," she said.

Lady Janet leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.The very sight of Grace Roseberry sickened her.Her mind filled suddenly with the image of Mercy.She longed to feast her eyes again on that grand beauty, to fill her ears again with the melody of that gentle voice.

"I require time to consider--in justice to my own self-respect," Grace went on.

Lady Janet wearily made a sign, granting time to consider.

"Your ladyship's boudoir is, I presume, still at my disposal?"Lady Janet silently granted the boudoir.

"And your ladyship's servants are at my orders, if I have occasion to employ them?"Lady Janet suddenly opened her eyes."The whole household is at your orders," she cried, furiously."Leave me!"Grace was far from being offended.If anything, she was gratified-- there was a certain triumph in having stung Lady Janet into an open outbreak of temper.She insisted forthwith on another condition.

"In the event of my deciding to receive the check," she said, "I cannot, consistently with my own self-respect, permit it to be delivered to me otherwise than inclosed.Your ladyship will (if necessary) be so kind as to inclose it.Good-evening."She sauntered to the door, looking from side to side, with an air of supreme disparagement, at the priceless treasures of art which adorned the walls.Her eyes dropped superciliously on the carpet (the design of a famous French painter), as if her feet condescended in walking over it.The audacity with which she had entered the room had been marked enough; it shrank to nothing before the infinitely superior proportions of the insolence with which she left it.