When she had reached the
end, he saw her draw aside the hangings and stand for a minute looking
at the pictured faces of the Arleighs; then she disappeared, and he was
left alone.
He buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly.
"I could curse the woman who has wrought this misery!" he exclaimed,
presently.
And then the remembrance of Philippa, as he had known her years
before--Philippa as a child, Philippa, his mother's favorite--restrained
him.
* * * * *
"Perhaps I too was to blame," he thought; "she would not have taken such
cruel vengeance had I been more candid."
Lady Arleigh went to her room. The pretty traveling-costume lay where
she had left it; the housekeeper had not put away anything. Hastily
taking off her white dress and removing the jewels from her neck, and
the flowers from her hair, Madaline placed them aside, and then having
attired herself for the journey, she went down stairs, meeting no one.
Some little surprise was created among the servants when orders came for
the carriage to be got ready.
"Going out at this time of night.
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