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Updated: June 21, 2025
Let me first of all introduce myself to you as Lord Charlewood. I am the only son of the Earl of Mountdean, and my father lies dying in Italy. I came of age only last year, and at the same time I fell in love. Now I am not in any way dependent on my father the title and estate are entailed but I love him. In these degenerate days it seems perhaps strange to hear a son say that he loves his father.
Plainly enough, the papers had disappeared; both the earl and the rector were puzzled. "They can be of no possible use to any one but myself," said Lord Mountdean. "Now that my poor father is dead and cannot be distressed about it, I shall tell the whole world if it cares to listen the story of my marriage.
"That part of the story, then, will never be understood," said Lord Mountdean. "The rest must be made public, no matter at what cost to our feelings there must be no privacy, no shadow over my daughter's name. You give me your full consent, Norman?" "Certainly; I think your proposal is very wise," Lord Arleigh replied.
"I never thought that it would pass my lips, but I do trust you," declared Lord Arleigh; "and if you can see any way to help me, I shall thank Heaven for the first day I met you. You must hold my wife blameless, Lord Mountdean," he went on. "She never spoke untruthfully, she never deceived me; but on our wedding-day I discovered that her father was a convict a man of the lowest criminal type."
But, though his words were brave and courageous, his hands trembled, and the rector saw signs of great agitation. He rang for wine, but Lord Mountdean could not take it he could do nothing until he had found his child. In few words he told the rector the story of his marriage. "I thought," he said, "that I could not do better for the little one than leave her here in the doctor's care."
He was so absorbed in thought that more than once he had a narrow escape, almost striking his head against the overhanging boughs of the trees. What could it possibly mean? Lord Mountdean at the Dower House! He fancied some accident must have happened to him.
I was asked to look over his papers, but there was not a private memorandum among them not one; there was nothing in fact but receipted bills." Lord Mountdean looked up. "There must be some mistake," he observed. "I myself placed in his charge all the papers necessary for the identification of my little daughter." "May I ask of what they consisted?" said the rector.
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.
Over him leaned a tall, handsome man, whose hair was slightly tinged with gray. "I think," he said, "you are my neighbor, Lord Arleigh? I have often seen you on the moors." "I do not remember you," Lord Arleigh returned; "nor do I know where I am." "Then let me introduce myself as the Earl of Mountdean," said the gentleman.
And now, Lord Mountdean, tell me, do you think I did wrong?" He raised his care-worn, haggard face as he asked the question and the earl was disturbed at sight of the terrible pain in it. The reason of his separation from his wife revealed, Lord Arleigh again put the question: "Do you think, Lord Mountdean, that I have done wrong?" The earl looked at him.
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