Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: July 21, 2025
Then the story reverted to the Earl of Mountdean's lost child, and how, at length, to the intense delight of the husband and father, it was discovered that Lady Arleigh was no other than the long-lost daughter of Lord Mountdean. As the earl had said, the only obscure point in the narrative was how Lord Arleigh had been deceived.
He was disconcerted; and then, believing that this at least was but a case of removal, he decided upon going to the rector of the parish, whom he well remembered. He surely would be able to give him all information. Mr. Darnley looked up in wonder at the announcement of his visitor's name the Earl of Mountdean. What could the earl possibly want of him?
If I had wanted to keep that or the birth of my child a secret, I could have understood the papers being stolen by one wishing to trade with them. As it is, I cannot see that they are of the least use to any one except myself." They gave up the search at last, and then Lord Mountdean devoted himself to the object the finding of his child.
"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.
His first impulse was to fall on his knees by the little couch and kiss his wife's hands, his second to ask why he had been led thither to be tortured so. Madaline rose with a glad cry at his entrance, but Lord Mountdean laid a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Lord Arleigh," said the earl, "tell me who this is." "My wife, Lady Arleigh," he replied. She bent forward with clasped hands.
Three years had elapsed, and no change had come to her. She read of her husband's sojourn in Scotland. Then she read in the fashionable intelligence that he had gone to Wood Lynton, the seat of the Earl of Mountdean. He remained there three days, and then went abroad. Where he was now she did not know; doubtless he was traveling from one place to another, wretched, unhappy as she was herself.
I cannot tell how great was my happiness no one could realize it. Believe me, Lord Mountdean, that she herself is as pure as a saint, that I know no other woman at once so meek and so lofty, so noble and so humble. Looking at her, one feels how true and sweet a woman's soul can be.
No man in his senses would voluntarily admit a criminal's daughter into his family." "No; it is even a harder case than I thought it," said the earl. "The only thing I can recommend is resignation." Lord Mountdean thought that he would like to see the hapless young wife, and learn if she suffered as her husband did.
My husband was quite indifferent I could do as I liked, he said. I took her and left no trace behind. After we reached London, my husband got into trouble again; but I always did my best for the darling child. She was well dressed, well fed, well cared for, well educated she has had the training of a lady." "But," put in Lord Mountdean, "did you never read my advertisments?"
When, at last, his son had made up his mind to reveal his secret, it was too late for his father to hear and he died without knowing it. He died, and was brought back to England, and buried with great pomp and magnificence; and then his son reigned in his stead, and became Earl of Mountdean.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking