It is almost the same picture you saw in the beginning. He is sitting with Lady Edith at the grand piano in the Chilton drawing room, his fingers wandering softly over the pearl keys. He has inherited, not only the name but the musical talent of his ancestor, Douglas North. He looks very handsome, very distinguished to the fair young wife by his side.
How lovely she is, with her golden tresses floating over her white robe like a halo of light!
He looks at her in passionate admiration.
“My darling, you are beautiful as an angel!” he says.
“Did I ever!” cries a shocked voice, and old Katharine, passing by, shakes her head at the married lovers. “Mr. Douglas North, that’s simple profanity, calling your wife an angel. You’ll be punished for it,” she said.
Lady Edith’s sweet, ringing laugh woke all the echoes in the long, magnificent room.
“Nurse Kathie will never be anything but a croaker,” she says.
“Giddy children, silly children!” responds the old crone, passing out.
Lord Eustace enters with his usual companion, a book, his fine, scholarly face lighted up with pleasure.
“Katharine has made me a present,” he said, showing an old moth-eaten volume. “Here, it is—full of marvelous traditions of the Chilton race, and last but not least, The Ministrel’s Curse.”