"'At last I received a message from the hospital informing me that Mercy Merrick was out of danger, and that she was capable (though still very weak) of answering any questions which I might think it desirable to put to her.On reaching the hospital, I was requested, rather to my surprise, to pay my first visit to the head physician in his private room."I think it right," said this gentleman, "to warn you, before you see the patient, to be very careful how you speak to her, and not to irritate her by showing any surprise or expressing any doubts if she talks to you in an extravagant manner.We differ in opinion about her here.Some of us (myself among the number) doubt whether the recovery of her mind has accompanied the recovery of her bodily powers.Without pronouncing her to be mad--she is perfectly gentle and harmless--we are nevertheless of opinion that she is suffering under a species of insane delusion.Bear in mind the caution which I have given you--and now go and judge for yourself." I obeyed, in some little perplexity and surprise.The sufferer, when I approached her bed, looked sadly weak and worn; but, so far as I could judge, seemed to be in full possession of herself.Her tone and manner were unquestionably the tone and manner of a lady.After briefly introducing myself, I assured her that I should be glad, both officially and personally, if I could be of any assistance to her.In saying these trifling words I happened to address her by the name I had seen marked on her clothes.The instant the words "Miss Merrick" passed my lips a wild, vindictive expression appeared in her eyes.She exclaimed angrily, "Don't call me by that hateful name! It's not my name.All the people here persecute me by calling me Mercy Merrick.And when I am angry with them they show me the clothes.Say what I may, they persist in believing they are my clothes.Don't you do the same, if you want to be friends with me." Remembering what the physician had said to me, I made the necessary excuses and succeeded in soothing her.Without reverting to the irritating topic of the name, I merely inquired what her plans were, and assured her that she might command my services if she required them."Why do you want to know what my plans are?" she asked, suspiciously.I reminded her in reply that I held the position of English consul, and that my object was, if possible, to be of some assistance to her."You can be of the greatest assistance to me," she said, eagerly."Find Mercy Merrick!" I saw the vindictive look come back into her eyes, and an angry flush rising on her white cheeks.Abstaining from showing any surprise, I asked her who Mercy Merrick was."A vile woman, by her own confession," was the quick reply."How am I to find her?" I inquired next."Look for a woman in a black dress, with the Red Geneva Cross on her shoulder; she is a nurse in the French ambulance." "What has she done?" "I have lost my papers; I have lost my own clothes; Mercy Merrick has taken them." "How do you know that Mercy Merrick has taken them?" "Nobody else could have taken them--that's how I know it.Do you believe me or not?" She as beginning to excite herself again; I assured her that I would at once send to make inquiries after Mercy Merrick.She turned round contented on the pillow."There's a good man!" she said."Come back and tell me when you have caught her." Such was my first interview with the English patient at the hospital at Mannheim.It is needless to say that I doubted the existence of the absent person described as a nurse.However, it was possible to make inquiries by applying to the surgeon, Ignatius Wetzel, whose whereabouts was known to his friends in Mannheim.I wrote to him, and received his answer in due time.After the night attack of the Germans had made them masters of the French position, he had entered the cottage occupied by the French ambulance.He had found the wounded Frenchmen left behind, but had seen no such person in attendance on them as the nurse in the black dress with the red cross on her shoulder.The only living woman in the place was a young English lady, in a gray traveling cloak, who had been stopped on the frontier, and who was forwarded on her way home by the war correspondent of an English journal.'""That was Grace," said Lady Janet.
"And I was the war correspondent," added Horace.
"A few words more," said Julian, "and you will understand my object in claiming your attention."He returned to the letter for the last time, and concluded his extracts from it as follows:
"'Instead of attending at the hospital myself, I communicated by letter the failure of my attempt to discover the missing nurse.For some little time afterward I heard no more of the sick woman, whom I shall still call Mercy Merrick.It was only yesterday that I received another summons to visit the patient.She had by this time sufficiently recovered to claim her discharge, and she had announced her intention of returning forthwith to England.The head physician, feeling a sense of responsibility, had sent for me.It was impossible to detain her on the ground that she was not fit to be trusted by herself at large, in consequence of the difference of opinion among the doctors on the case.All that could be done was to give me due notice, and to leave the matter in my hands.On seeing her for the second time, I found her sullen and reserved.She openly attributed my inability to find the nurse to want of zeal for her inter ests on my part.I had, on my side, no authority whatever to detain her.I could only inquire whether she had money enough to pay her traveling expenses.Her reply informed me that the chaplain of the hospital had mentioned her forlorn situation in the town, and that the English residents had subscribed a small sum of money to enable her to return to her own country.Satisfied on this head, I asked next if she had friends to go to in England."I have one friend," she answered, "who is a host in herself--Lady Janet Roy." You may imagine my surprise when I heard this.I found it quite useless to make any further inquiries as to how she came to know your aunt, whether your aunt expected her, and so on.My questions evidently offended her; they were received in sulky silence.Under these circumstances, well knowing that I can trust implicitly to your humane sympathy for misfortune, I have decided (after careful reflection) to insure the poor creature's safety when she arrives in London by giving her a letter to you.You will hear what she says, and you will be better able to discover than I am whether she really has any claim on Lady Janet Roy.One last word of information, which it may be necessary to add, and I shall close this inordinately long letter.At my first interview with her I abstained, as I have already told you, from irritating her by any inquiries on the subject of her name.On this second occasion, however, I decided on putting the question.'"As he read those last words, Julian became aware of a sudden movement on the part of his aunt.Lady Janet had risen softly from her chair and had passed behind him with the purpose of reading the consul's letter for herself over her nephew's shoulder.Julian detected the action just in time to frustrate Lady Janet's intention by placing his hand over the last two lines of the letter.
"What do you do that for?" inquired his aunt, sharply.
"You are welcome, Lady Janet, to read the close of the letter for yourself," Julian replied."But before you do so I am anxious to prepare you for a very great surprise.Compose yourself and let me read on slowly, with your eye on me, until I uncover the last two words which close my friend's letter."He read the end of the letter, as he had proposed, in these terms:
"'I looked the woman straight in the face, and I said to her, "You have denied that the name marked on the clothes which you wore when you came here was your name.If you are not Mercy Merrick, who are you?" She answered, instantly, "My name is--"'"Julian removed his hand from the page.Lady Janet looked at the next two words, and started back with a loud cry of astonishment, which brought Horace instantly to his feet.
"Tell me, one of you!" he cried."What name did she give?"Julian told him.
"GRACE ROSEBERRY."
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