"Then the sense of my unhappiness, of my false position, of my terrible secret, made me so wretched that I became seriously ill. My father took me away from England, and I was away many years. I saw her again, not so very long since, and she was one of the loveliest girls that could be imagined, yet still with the Studleigh face--'faithless and debonair.' But this time my heart warmed to her, she was so beautiful, so graceful. I was proud of her, and she told me of _you_; she said she was going to marry Earle Moray, gentleman and poet." "Heaven bless her!" interrupted Earle, with quivering lips. "Still," continued Lady Estelle, "I was not quite satisfied: I saw in her her father's faults repeated. My heart found no rest in her, or it would have been misery to lose sight of her again. I did think that when you were married--you and she--I might see more of her. She would be the wife of a poet whom we should all be proud to know. "Now listen to what I want from you, Earle Moray. In all the wide world; you love Doris best; I want you to find her. Yesterday I heard that her father--my husband--is no longer a penniless younger son; that he has succeeded to the earldom of Linleigh, and will return home. I should have told you that Lady Agnes Delapain died two years after our return from Switzerland, so that no person living knows our secret except Leeson and yourself. Before she died she wrote to my husband to tell him all about Doris. He seems to have extended his indifference even to her, for beyond acknowledging the letter and saying that he really sympathized in my fears, he has never taken the least notice of her. Now, all is different. He will be Earl of Linleigh, she will be Lady Doris Studleigh, and I dare not stand between my child and her rights. Do you understand?" "No," he replied, quietly, "you could not do that; it would not be honorable." "So that I must have her here. I will not see him until she is with me. I shall write to him, and beg of him not to come and see me until I send for him. He will do me that small grace, and I shall not send for him until you bring her to me." "Then you will keep your secret no longer?" said Earle. "I cannot. If my husband had remained Captain Studleigh, I might have kept it until my death; but, as Earl of Linleigh, he is sure to claim me, either as his wife to live with him, or that he may sue me for a divorce." "Pardon the question," said Earle, "but would you live with him?" A dull red flush covered her face. "If ever I loved anything on earth," she cried, passionately, "it was my husband--I have known no other love." "What is that you want me to do?" asked Earle. "I want you to go and find her. No one loves her as you do. Love has keen instincts; you will find her because you love her. Find her--tell her she is the Earl of Linleigh's daughter--that she must come to take her proper position in the great world; but do not tell her who is her mother."