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..