He had the corpse conveyed to Barrington, and placed in the family vault, and erected a monument—very beautiful, indeed—beside the one he had already placed there in memory of his son, inscribed:
To
LOUISA,
the beloved wife of Arthur,
only son of
Lord Barrington of Barrington,
Aged 16 years.
He also placed another in the little burying-place at Z——:
In memory of
ARTHUR,
only son of Lord Barrington, of Barrington Park, England,
aged 23 years,
who was suddenly attacked with a fatal fever,
in a foreign land,
when on his way home.
When Lady Ashton arrived, shortly afterwards, and heard what had taken place, she was in a terrible fume. "Oh! my dear, what a misfortune. How unlucky for her to come here: why did you let her stay, Charles?"
"Why did I let her stay? Say, rather, why did you send her away?"
"Yes, why did you let her stay?" she repeated, angrily. "Why did you not let her go to the hospital?"
"Or die in the street," added Charles, scarcely able to keep his temper, for he was angry and hurt to think how Louisa had been treated.
"Goodness knows what people will say: no doubt all kinds of strange stories will be circulated. I feel for you, Ada, my dear; I do, indeed."
"Don't be alarmed, my dear mother, as to rumors and strange stories," said Charles, handing her a newspaper, and pointing out the following: