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Updated: June 14, 2025
I, Philippa, Duchess of Hazlewood on this your wedding-day, reveal to you the first stain on the name of Arleigh unvail the first blot on one of the noblest escutcheons in the land. You have married not only a low-born girl, but the daughter of a felon a felon's daughter is mistress of proud Beechwood!
There was one thing to be noticed she often read the "Lady of Lyons," and appeared to delight in it. When she had looked through a few pages, she would close the book with a sigh and a strange, brooding smile. At times, too, she would tease Lord Arleigh about his ideal woman but that was always in her husband's presence.
He was dead-beat, voiceless, and foot-sore; but a sense of glory sustained him. Four poachers had been taken red-handed in the coverts farthest from Arleigh. The rumor about Arleigh had, of course, been a blind; but he, Ralph, thank Heaven, was not to be taken in in such a hurry as all that! He could look after his interests as well as most men.
There was deep and real cordiality between the two men they thoroughly understood and liked each other; it was true that the earl was older by many years than Lord Arleigh, but that did not affect their friendship. They enjoyed a few days together very much.
The opportunity that Lord Arleigh looked for came at last. Philippa had some reason to doubt the honesty of a man whom she had been employing as agent. She was kind of heart, and did not wish to punish him, yet she felt sure that he had not done his duty by her. To speak to her solicitors about it would be, she felt, injurious to him, whether innocent or guilty.
"Another thing, Norman I do not wish my daughter to go home to Beechgrove until her story has been made known. Then I will see that all honor is paid to her." So it was agreed, and great was the sensation that ensued. "The Arleigh Romance," as it was called, was carried from one end of the kingdom to the other.
"Yes," he replied, "we will be friends." So it was agreed that they should be strangers no longer that they should visit and exchange neighborly courtesies and civilities. The Earl of Mountdean and Lord Arleigh were walking up a steep hill one day together, when the former feeling tired, they both sat down among the heather to rest.
"They shall all make room for you, Norman, if you will come," she said. "It is 'La Grande Duchesse, with the far-famed Madame Schneider as her Grace of Gérolstein." "I have not heard it yet," returned Lord Arleigh. "I cannot say that I have any great admiration for that school of music, but, if you wish it, I will go, Philippa.
Your mother had a name, dear, entitled to all respect. Now come with me, and I will introduce you to the long line of the Ladies Arleigh." They went together to the picture-gallery, and as they passed through the hall Madaline heard the great clock chiming. "Ah, Norman," she said, listening to the chimes, "how much may happen in one day, however short that day may be."
The instant she had read the letter she rushed up to Arleigh, to see her old nurse, and met her coming down, in great agitation, to tell her that Raymond, whom she had shielded once before under promise of secrecy, had been arrested the night before. In a quarter of an hour Mr.
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