The false Grace Roseberry was still as far beyond the reach of suspicion as ever, and the true Grace was quick enough to see it.

She sank into the chair from which she had risen; her hands fell in hopeless despair on her lap.
"Everything is against me," she said.

"The truth itself turns liar, and takes _her_ side." She paused, and rallied her sinking courage.

"No!" she cried, resolutely, "I won't submit to have my name and my place taken from me by a vile adventuress! Say what you like, I insist on exposing her; I won't leave the house!" The servant entered the room, and announced that the cab was at the door.
Grace turned to Julian with a defiant wave of her hand.

"Don't let me detain you," she said.