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Updated: June 15, 2025
When he reached Beechgrove, he told his fellow-servants what had happened, and many were the comments offered about the marriage that was yet no marriage the wedding that was no wedding the husband and wife who were so many miles apart. What could it mean? Three days after Lord Arleigh's most inauspicious marriage. The Duchess of Hazlewood sat in her drawing-room alone.
What has led to a separation is at present a secret, but it is expected that in a few days all particulars will be known. At present the affair is causing a great sensation." A fashionable paper which indulged largely in personalities, also had a telling article on Lord Arleigh's marriage. No names were mentioned, but the references were unmistakable.
He is terribly in earnest, Philippa." "He is terribly in love," said the duchess, carelessly, and then Lady Peters decided that she would accede to Lord Arleigh's request. More than once during the week that ensued after his proposal of marriage to Madaline, Lord Arleigh looked in wonder at the duchess. She seemed so unlike herself absent, brooding, almost sullen.
A new idea suddenly occurred to Mrs. Dornham. She looked into Lady Arleigh's pale, beautiful face. "Madaline," she said, earnestly, "tell me the whole truth is your father's misfortune any drawback to you? Tell me the truth; I have a reason for asking you." But Lady Arleigh would not pain her mother her quiet, simple heart had ached bitterly enough. She would not add one pang.
It explains all that I could not understand and, for Arleigh's sake, I am glad, though what you will say to it, I cannot think." And, sitting down by her side, he read to her the newspaper account of the Arleigh romance.
There passed through Lord Arleigh's mind a wish that the Duchess of Hazlewood might have heard this avowal. "I do not remember," the man said again, "that I have ever told a willful lie in my life. I will not begin now. You asked me if I was really guilty. Yes, I was guilty just as my judges pronounced me to be!"
One morning they rode through the woods the sweet, fragrant, June woods when, from between the trees, they saw the square turrets of the Dower House. Lord Mountdean stopped to admire the view. "We are a long distance from Beechgrove," he said; "what is that pretty place?" Lord Arleigh's face flushed hotly. "That," he replied, "is the Dower House, where my wife lives."
And then she added: "I suppose you have an ideal of womanhood?" Lord Arleigh's face flushed. "Yes," he acknowledged, "I have an ideal of my own, derived from poetry I have read, from pictures I have seen an ideal of perfect grace, loveliness, and purity. When I meet that ideal, I shall meet my fate." "Then you have never yet seen the woman you would like to to marry?" pursued the duchess.
He read it without interruption, and the queenly woman listening to him knew that her revenge had failed, and that, instead of punishing the man who had slighted her love, she had given him one of the sweetest, noblest and wealthiest girls in England. She knew that her vengeance had failed that she had simply crowned Lord Arleigh's life with the love of a devoted wife.
"I never did quite approve of that marriage," observed Lady Peters. "The scandal cannot be about him," declared the duchess. "We should have heard if there had been anything wrong." The next day a letter was handed to her. She recognized the handwriting it was Lord Arleigh's. She laid the note down, not daring to read it before Lady Peters. What had he to say to her?
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