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The two men looked at each other, but they liked each other all the better for such open confession. When a few days had passed, it was Lord Arleigh who felt unwilling to leave his companion. He had never felt more at home than he did with Lord Mountdean. He had met no one so simple, so manly, so intelligent, and at the same time such a good fellow.
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."
"Because, sir, I did not wish to know who the little child really was, lest, in discovering that, I should discover something also which would compel me to give her up." Lord Mountdean looked at her in astonishment. How woman-like she was! How full of contradictions! What strength and weakness, what honor and dishonor, what love and selfishness did not her conduct reveal!
Lord Mountdean looked as he felt, shocked. "But how," he asked, eagerly, "could you be so deceived?" "That I can never tell you; it was an act of fiendish revenge cruel, ruthless, treacherous. I cannot reveal the perpetrator. My wife did not deceive me, did not even know that I had been deceived; she thought, poor child, that I was acquainted with the whole of her father's story, but I was not.
His wonder deepened as he recognized in the earl the stranger at the burial of whose fair young wife he had assisted three years before. The earl held out his hand. "You are surprised to see me, Dr. Darnley? You recognize me, I perceive." The rector contrived to say something about his surprise, but Lord Mountdean interrupted him hastily: "Yes, I understand. I was traveling as Mr.
For Heaven's sake, answer me!" he implored. Again she murmured something he could not catch, and he bent over her. If ever in his life Lord Mountdean lost his temper, he lost it then. He could almost, in his impatience, have forgotten that it was a woman who was kneeling at his feet, and could have shaken her until she spoke intelligibly. His anger was so great he could have struck her.
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