"No, Mary," answered a glad, tremulous voice, "it is not Roger—it is I—George!"
With a wild, joyful cry, the Lady Mary sprang forward, and was clasped in her husband's arms.
And this was not a dream.
Captain Hamilton had been severely wounded, and taken captive by the Afghans. They had kept him a close prisoner in the mountains, not even permitting him to write a letter to any one, for two years. He had at last been discovered, liberated, and sent home to recover his health, which had suffered somewhat in his hardship and confinement.
On arriving at Hampton Court, whither he had been directed from London, he had been told by old Roger where his wife probably was, as he could not find her in her apartments, and was on his way to the hall, when he met her, as we have seen.
The next time that the Lady Mary visited that old hall, to walk in the moonlight, or muse in her favorite window-seat, it was observed that she did not go alone.
Windsor Castle
KING JAMES OF SCOTLAND AND
THE LADY JANE BEAUFORT.
