Lady Peters went back to Verdun Royal on the same morning; her task ended with the marriage. She took back with her innumerable messages for the duchess. As she stood at the carriage-door, she--so little given to demonstration--took the young wife into her arms.
"Good-by, Madaline--or I should say now, Lady Arleigh--good-by, and may Heaven bless you! I did not love you at first, my dear, and I thought my old friend was doing a foolish thing; but now I love you with all my heart; you are so fair and wise, so sweet and pure, that in making you his wife he has chosen more judiciously than if he had married the daughter of a noble house. That is my tribute to you, Madaline; and to it I add, may Heaven bless you, and send you a happy life!"
Then they parted; but, as she went home through all the glory of the sunlit day, Lady Peters did not feel quite at ease.
"I wish," she said to herself, "that he had not dropped the Wedding-ring; it has made me feel uncomfortable."
Bride and bridegroom had one of the blithest, happiest journeys ever made. What cloud could rise in such a sky as theirs. They were blessed with youth, beauty, health; there had been no one to raise the least opposition to their marriage; before them stretched a long golden future.
The carriage met them at the station, it was then three in the afternoon, and the day continued fair.
"We will have a long drive through the park, Madaline," said Lord Arleigh. "You will like to see your new home."
So, instead of going direct to the mansion, they turned off from the main avenue to make a tour of the park.
"Now I understand why this place is called Beechgrove," said Madaline, suddenly. "I have never seen such trees in my life."
She spoke truly. Giant beech-trees spread out their huge boughs on all sides. They were trees of which any man would have been proud, because of their beauty and magnificence. Presently from between the trees she saw the mansion itself, Lord Arleigh touched his young wife's arm gently.