It
was not a happy face. The eyes were shadowed, the lips firm, the
radiance and brightness that had distinguished her were gone; there were
patience and resignation Instead.
"How changed you are, my darling!" said Margaret, as she looked at her.
"Who would have thought that my little girl would grow into a tall,
stately, beautiful lady, dainty and exquisite? What did Lord Arleigh say
to your coming, my darling?"
"He did not say anything," she replied, slowly.
"But was he not grieved to lose you?"
"Lord Arleigh is abroad," said Madaline, gently. "I do not expect that
he will return to England just yet."
"Abroad!" repeated Margaret. "Then, my darling, how is it that you are
not with him?"
"I could not go," she replied, evasively.
"And you love your husband very much, Madaline, do you not?" inquired
Margaret.
"Yes, I love him with all my heart and soul!" was the earnest reply.
"Thank Heaven that my darling is happy!" said Margaret, "I shall find
everything easier to bear now that I that."
Chapter XXXV.
Margaret Dornham was neither a clever nor a far-seeing woman; had she
been either, she would never have acted as she did.
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