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Updated: July 5, 2025
Wishing to spare his young wife all fatigue and embarrassment, Lord Arleigh had not dispatched the news of his marriage home, so that no one at Beechgrove expected to see Lady Arleigh. He sent at once for the housekeeper, a tall, stately dame, who came into the dining-room looking in unutterable amazement at the beautiful, blushing young face. "Mrs.
The daughter of a felon and he had brought her to Beechgrove as successor to a roll of noble women, each one of whom had been of noble birth! She was the daughter of a felon no matter how fair, how graceful, how pure. For the first time the glory of Beechgrove was tarnished. But it would not be for long it could not be for long; she must not remain.
"But you were children then, and it was perhaps all childish folly." "It was nothing of the kind," said the heiress, angrily. "I remember well that, when I was presented, my mother said to me, 'Philippa, you are sure to be very much admired; but remember, I consider you engaged to Norman. Your lot in life is settled; you are to be Lady Arleigh of Beechgrove."
The explanation had been made; there was no longer even a shadow between them; they both understood that the weak, nonsensical tie was broken. That they were the dearest of friends, and quite happy, would have been Lord Arleigh's notion of matters. Philippa L'Estrange might have told a different story. The proposed party at Beechgrove did not come off.
She even once, in answer to her mother's questions, described Beechgrove to her told her of the famous beeches, the grand picture gallery; she told her of the gorgeous Titian the woman with rubies like blood shining on her white neck. But she did not add that she had been at Beechgrove only once, and had left the place in sorrow and shame.
As I told you before, I have really made no friends abroad for whom I care much a few pleasant acquaintances, nothing more." "Then I am content," she said. But he was deaf to the passionate music of her voice. Then the distance between them seemed to grow less. They talked of her home, Verdun Royal; they talked of Beechgrove, and his plans for living there.
Say, if the same thing had happened to you, would you not have acted in like manner?" "I believe that I should," answered the earl, gravely. "However dearly you might love a woman, you could not place your coronet on the brow of a convict's daughter," said Lord Arleigh. "I love my wife a thousand times better than my life, yet I could not make her mistress of Beechgrove."
It was a little less dreary for Madaline when her mother was with her. Though they did not talk much, and had but few tastes alike, Margaret was all devotion, all attention to her child. She was sadly at a loss to understand matters. She had quite expected to find Madaline living at Beechgrove she could not imagine why she was alone in Winiston House.
"I know that no fairer Lady Arleigh has ever been at Beechgrove. When we have dined, Madaline, I will take you to the picture-gallery, and introduce you to my ancestors and ancestresses." A récherché little dinner had been hastily prepared, and was served in the grand dining-room. Madaline's eyes ached with the dazzle of silver plate, the ornaments and magnificence of the room.
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."
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