"Don't you know my name ?" "Which of your names ?" rejoined Lady Janet.
"I don't understand your ladyship." "I will make myself understood.

You asked me if I knew your name.

I ask you, in return, which name it is?
The name on your card is 'Miss Roseberry.' The name marked on your clothes, when you were in the hospital, was 'Mercy Merrick.'" The self-possession which Grace had maintained from the moment when she had entered the dining-room, seemed now, for the first time, to be on the point of failing her.

She turned, and looked appealingly at Julian, who had thus far kept his place apart, listening attentively.
"Surely," she said, "your friend, the consul, has told you in his letter about the mark on the clothes ?" Something of the girlish hesitation and timidity which had marked her demeanor at her interview with Mercy in the French cottage re-appeared in her tone and manner as she spoke those words.

The changes--mostly changes for the worse--wrought in her by the suffering through which she had passed since that time were now (for the moment) effaced.