"You have done a good day's work, Maggie," he said; "now I shall expect
you to keep me, and I shall take it easy."
He kept his word, and from that day made no further effort to earn any
money.
"Maggie had enough for both," he said--"for both of them and that bit of
a child."
Faithful, patient Margaret never complained, and not even Dr. Letsom
knew how the suffering of her daily life had increased even though she
was comforted by the love of the little child.
Chapter III.
Madaline slept in her grave--her child was safe and happy with the
kindly, tender woman who was to supply its mother's place. Then Lord
Charlewood prepared to leave the place where he had suffered so
bitterly. The secret of his title had been well kept. No one dreamed
that the stranger whose visit to the little town had been such a sad one
was the son of one of England's earls. Charlewood did not strike any one
as being a very uncommon name. There was not the least suspicion as to
his real identity. People thought he must be rich; but that he was noble
also no one ever imagined.
Mary Galbraith, the doctor's housekeeper, thought a golden shower had
fallen over the house.
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