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Updated: June 16, 2025
The letters written to Rose Cameron, calling her his dear wife, and signing himself her devoted husband "Arondelle," were in the handwriting of the Duke of Hereward! She could have sworn to that handwriting, under any circumstances. And the photograph shown as the likeness of Rose Cameron's husband, was a duplicate of one in her own possession, given her by the duke himself.
I resolved that my first act of recovery should be to go to the church and make my confession to the good father there, gain my absolution, and then write and inform you of the birth of your heir, the infant Earl of Arondelle, for such I knew was even then the baby boy's title! With these fond hopes I rapidly recovered. "Perfect love casteth out fear."
"Sir, if you please, I request that this witness be immediately placed under examination," said Lord Arondelle, who sat, with pale, stern visage, among the spectators, now addressing the coroner. "Yes, certainly, my lord. Let the man be called," answered the latter. A short, stout, red-haired and freckle-faced boy, clothed in a well-worn suit of gray tweed, came forward and was duly sworn.
"What has happened?" cried the young marquis pushing his way with more violence than ceremony through all that impeded his entrance into the chamber. No one answered him. No one dared to do so. "It is Lord Arondelle let his lordship pass," said one of the wedding guests, recognizing the expectant bridegroom as he entered the room.
The remainder included Lady Belgrade, myself, Salome herself, and Lord, bless my soul, alive!" burst forth the banker, with such a start, that his valet, who was brushing his hair, begged his pardon, and said that he did not mean it. "Lord, bless my soul alive," mentally continued the banker, without paying the slightest attention to the apologizing servant. "The Marquis of Arondelle!
Many others affirmed that he was a hypocrite and a villain, addicted to drinking, gambling, and other vices and even cited times, places, and occasions of his sinning. There never lived a man of whom so much good and so much evil was said as of the young Marquis of Arondelle.
We have told how the noble son the young Marquis of Arondelle sacrificed all his life-interest in the entailed estate, to save his father, and how vain that sacrifice proved.
Is it about my gude mon?" eagerly inquired Rose. "No, my dear young lady, it is not about him. You remember the marriage that was broken off, for the time between the young Marquis of Arondelle and the heiress of Lone?" "Yes! broken off by the murder of the bride's feyther, the nicht before the wedding day the murder o' Sir Lemuel Levison, wi' whilk I now staund accusit. Ou, aye, I mind it!
"I went there to keep my tryste with the Markis of Arondelle," answered the witness, with a sly, malignant glance at the young nobleman whose name she thus publicly profaned! The Duke of Hereward started, and fixed his eyes sternly and inquiringly upon the bold, handsome face of the witness. Her eyes did not for an instant quail before his gaze.
But I intend, nevertheless, to resign my trust into the hands that gave it me. I am going down to Lone to celebrate the marriage of my daughter with the Marquis of Arondelle, and I shall take this box and its contents down with me. I shall, of course, meet the Duke of Hereward there.
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