"Dornham!" said the puzzled nobleman. "The name is not unfamiliar to me--Dornham--ah, I remember!"
He said no more, but the captain saw a grave expression come over his handsome face, and it occurred to him that some unpleasant thought occurred to his companion's mind.
Chapter XXX.
One of the first questions, after his return, that the Duke of Hazlewood put to his wife was about Lord Arleigh. She looked at him with an uneasy smile.
"Am I my brother's keeper?" she asked.
"Certainly not, Philippa; but, considering that Arleigh has been as a brother to you all these years, you must take some interest in him. Is this story of his marriage true?"
"True?" she repeated. "Why, of course it is--perfectly true! Do you not know whom he has married?"
"I am half afraid to ask--half afraid to find that my suspicions have been realized."
"He has married my companion," said the duchess. "I have no wish to blame him; I will say nothing."
"It is a great pity that he ever saw her," observed the duke, warmly. "From all I hear, the man's life is wrecked."