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Updated: June 14, 2025
And so, since Paul Verdayne could not be absent from his father's side, with many a reluctant thought the Boy set forth for Austria alone. During his absence, Isabella she who had been Isabella Waring returned from Blackheath a widow with two grown daughters two more modern editions of the original Isabella.
Sir Charles had told her their son had met with a great sorrow, and they must bow their heads and leave him in peace, so there were no more gay young parties at Verdayne Place, and gone for ever were the visions of the grandchildren. Only Mark Grigsby was a constant visitor, but then he knew. Thus a year passed away, and Paul left on a voyage round the world.
He was a temperate boy, but that night he drank more champagne than was good for him. Paul Verdayne was grieved. Not that he censured the lad. He knew only too well the anguish the Boy was suffering, and he could not find it in his heart to blame him for the dissipation.
Do you know, Paul, I have often fancied that your son, had you had one, would have been very like this dear Boy." Verdayne choked back a sob. If his mother could only understand as some women would have understood! If he could have told her the truth! But, no, he never could.
But the horses and groom had already gone from the gate. And inwardly cursing his slowness, he started on a trot for Berkeley Square. He was not very far from the Verdayne house, when, turning a sudden corner, he came upon the girl again, riding at a leisurely pace in the opposite direction.
A thousand significant memories rushed over him in the light of the startling revelation. How blind he had been! And he sat for hours, unheeding the flight of time, thinking only the one thought, saying over and over again the one name, the name of his father, his own father, whom he had loved so deeply all his life Paul Verdayne!
So Sir Paul Verdayne sat that afternoon in a compartment of the through express, all unconscious of the scrutiny of his fellow travellers; his heart filled with the dogged determination to face the future and make the best of it like a true Englishman; somewhat saddened yes but still unbroken in spirit by the sorrows that had been his.
The parents of Paul Verdayne Sir Charles and Lady Henrietta were very fond of their young guest, and made much of his annual visits. As for Paul himself, he never seemed to be perfectly happy anywhere if the young fellow were out of his sight. He had made himself very much distinguished, had this Paul Verdayne.
The servants of the house were already astir, and the day would soon be here. He put his sacred letters carefully away, and destroyed all worthless papers, mechanically, but still methodically. Then he hastily scribbled a few lines, and laid them beside his letters, for Verdayne would be with him now in a few hours. His father yes, his own father!
Verdayne had by this time fully got back his senses and his breath; and now he heard coming from somewhere high above him scream after scream of dreadful terror. He plunged up the staircase, and stepping across the body of Michael as it lay on the landing, raced up the second flight of stairs. For a moment he paused in the hall, in order to make doubly sure whence the terrified scream came.
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