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Updated: June 5, 2025
The picture-gallery was one of the chief attractions of Beechgrove; like the grand old trees, it had been the work of generations. The Arleighs had always been great patrons of the fine arts; many a lord of Beechgrove had expended what was a handsome fortune in the purchase of pictures.
"Shall I ever grow accustomed to all this?" she asked herself. "Shall I ever learn to look upon it as my own? I am indeed bewildered." Yet her husband admired her perfect grace and self-possession. She might have been mistress of Beechgrove all her life for any evidence she gave to the contrary. His pride in her increased every moment; there was no one like her.
When the Duke of Hazlewood made up his mind, he generally accomplished his desire; he sought Lord Arleigh with such assiduity, he made himself so pleasant and agreeable to him, that the master of Beechgrove soon showed him his most cordial and sincere liking. Then they became warm friends. The duke confided in Lord Arleigh he told him the whole story of his love for Miss L'Estrange.
She had felt puzzled at the quiet marriage, and the sudden home-coming. If the new mistress of Beechgrove was an intimate friend of her Grace of Hazlewood's, as her words seemed to imply, then all must be well. When Lady Arleigh had changed her traveling-dress, she went down-stairs. Her young husband looked up in a rapture of delight. "Oh, Madaline," he said, "how long have you been away from me?
It was a grand picture, one that had been bought by the lords of Beechgrove, and the present Lord Arleigh took great delight in it. He watched the long folds of Madaline's white dress, as she passed along the gallery, and then the hangings fell behind her. Once more he held up the packet. "A wedding present from Philippa, Duchess of Hazlewood, to Lord Arleigh."
"I was called to Beechgrove to baptize Susan Moffat's only daughter. The girl died at eight o'clock, and I sat awhile with the stricken mother, trying to comfort her. Poor Susan! it is a heavy blow, for she idolized the child. Be quiet, Biörn." Mr.
He says that you met Kenneth MacNair in the beechgrove last Tuesday. Tell him he lies! Tell him he lies! "Ursula was no coward. She looked scornfully at poor Ramsay. "'The creature is a spy and a tale-bearer, she said, 'but in this he does not lie. I DID meet Kenneth MacNair last Tuesday. "'And you dare to tell me this to my face! roared old Hugh. 'Back to your room, girl!
Your revenge was well chosen. You knew that, however I might worship Madaline, my wife, however much I might love her, she could never be mistress of Beechgrove, she could never be the mother of my children; you knew that, and therefore I say your revenge was admirably chosen.
He avoided going as long as possible, but the place needed the attention of a master. It was June when he went bright, smiling, perfumed, sunny June and Beechgrove was at its best; the trees were in full foliage, the green woods resounded with the song of birds, the gardens were filled with flowers, the whole estate was blooming and fair. He took up his abode there.
But she could not find that she made any progress nothing that indicated any change from brotherly friendship to love. Still she hoped against hope, the chances are that she would have died of a broken heart. Then the season ended. She went back to Verdun Royal with Lady Peters, and Lord Arleigh to Beechgrove. They wrote to each other at Christmas, and met at Calverley, the seat of Lord Rineham.
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