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Updated: June 14, 2025
Was it foolish of her to touch the pretty bridal robes with soft, caressing fingers, as though they were some living thing that she loved to place them where the sunbeams fell on them, to admire them in every different fold and arrangement? Then the eventful day came Lord Arleigh and Madaline were to be married at an early hour.
I drove to the doctor, who was a good Samaritan; he took us into his house my child was born, and my wife died there. It was not a son and heir, as we had hoped it might be, but a little daughter, as fair as her mother. Ah, Lord Arleigh, you have had your troubles, I have had mine. My wife was buried at Castledene my beautiful young wife, whom I loved so dearly.
The whole country side was present to bid Lady Arleigh welcome the tenants, servants, dependents, friends; children strewed flowers in her path, flags and banners waved in the sunlit air, there was a long procession with bands of music, there were evergreen arches with "Welcome Home" in monster letters.
"But why," asked the duchess, "do you tell me this?" "Because it concerns you most nearly. She lives under your roof she is, in some measure, your protégée." "Vere will be very angry when he hears of it," said the duchess. And then Lord Arleigh looked up proudly. "I do not see why he should. It is no business of his." "He will think it so strange."
He thought to himself, as he rang the bell at the outer gate, how strange it was that he the husband should be standing there ringing for admittance. A servant opened the gate, and Lord Arleigh asked if the Earl of Mountdean was within, and was told that he was. "There is nothing the matter, I hope," said Lord Arleigh "nothing wrong?"
'Has any one spoken to you, darling? she would ask. 'Has any stranger seen you? I used to laugh, thinking it was parental anxiety; but it has struck me since as strange. While I was at the ladies' school my father committed the crime for which I alas! am suffering now." "Will you tell me what the crime was?" requested Lord Arleigh.
Except in Molly's eyes it was almost too good a day for a school-feast; too good a day, Ruth thought, as she looked out, to be spent entirely in playing at endless games of "Sally Water" and "Oranges and Lemons," and in pouring out sweet tea in a tent. She remembered a certain sketch at Arleigh, an old deserted house in the neighborhood, which she had long wished to make. What a day for a sketch!
An hour afterward Lady Peters said to her, in a very solemn tone of voice: "Philippa, my dear, it may not be my duty to speak, but I cannot help asking you if you notice anything?" "No, nothing at this minute." But Lady Peters shook her head with deepest gravity. "Do you not notice the great attention that Lord Arleigh pays your beautiful young companion?"
She would have added more, but at that moment Lady Peters drew aside the silken hanging. "My dear children," she said, "I should ill play my part of chaperon if I did not remind you of the hour. We have been celebrating my birthday, but my birthday is past and gone it is after midnight." Lord Arleigh looked up in wonder. "After midnight? Impossible! Yet I declare my watch proves that it is.
The servant replied that something strange had happened, but he could not tell what it was. He did not think there was anything seriously wrong. And then Lord Arleigh entered the house where the years of his young wife's life had drifted away so sadly. Lord Arleigh was shown into the dining-room at Winiston House, and stood there impatiently awaiting the Earl of Mountdean.
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