"Confront me with her--and then send me away, if you like." Julian advanced, and firmly took her by the arm.

"You forget what is due to Lady Janet," he said, drawing her aside.

"You forget what is due to yourself." With a desperate effort, Grace broke away from him, and stopped Lady Janet on the threshold of the conservatory door.
"Justice!" she cried, shaking her clinched hand with hysterical frenzy in the air.

"I claim my right to meet that woman face to face! Where is she?
Confront me with her! Confront me with her!" While those wild words were pouring from her lips, the rumbling of carriage wheels became audible on the drive in front of the house.
In the all-absorbing agitation of the moment, the sound of the wheels (followed by the opening of the house door) passed unnoticed by the persons in the dining-room.

Horace's voice was still raised in angry protest against the insult offered to Lady Janet; Lady Janet herself (leaving him for the second time) was vehemently ringing the bell to summon the servants; Julian had once more taken the infuriated woman by the arms and was trying vainly to compose her--when the library door was opened quietly by a young lady wearing a mantle and a bonnet.