I am very happy, my darling husband--I love you
very much, and I thank you for your love."
"Still better," he said, kissing the beautiful, blushing face. "Now go,
Madaline. I understand the feminine liking for a cup of tea."
"Shall I send one to you?" she asked.
"No," he replied, laughingly. "You may teach me to care about tea in
time. I do not yet."
He was still holding the letter in his hand, and the faint perfume was
like a message from Philippa, reminding him that the missive was still
unread.
"I shall not be long," said Madaline. She saw that for some reason or
other he wanted to be alone.
"You will find me here," he returned. "This is a favorite Book of mine.
I shall not leave it until you return."
The nook was a deep bay window from which there was a magnificent view
of the famous beeches. Soft Turkish cushions and velvet lounges filled
it, and near it hung one of Titian's most gorgeous pictures--a dark-eyed
woman with a ruby necklace. The sun's declining rays falling on the
rubies, made them appear like drops of blood. It was a grand picture,
one that had been bought by the lords of Beechgrove, and the present
Lord Arleigh took great delight in it.
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