If you can't go to her, let me go as your messenger, in your place." She stopped him by a gesture.

He took a step back into the room, and paused, observing with surprise that she made no attempt to move from the chair that she occupied.
"Stay here," she said to him, in suddenly altered tones.
"Pardon me," he rejoined, "I don't understand you." "You will understand me directly.

Give me a little time." He still lingered near the door, with his eyes fixed inquiringly on her.

A man of a lower nature than his, or a man believing in Mercy less devotedly than he believed, would now have felt his first suspicion of her.

Julian was as far as ever from suspecting her, even yet.