"I have heard of no accident, my lord; but, when the earl came to give me the note, he looked wild and unsettled." Lord Arleigh gave orders that his fleetest horse should be saddled at once, and then he rode away. He was so absorbed in thought that more than once he had a narrow escape, almost striking his head against the overhanging boughs of the trees. What could it possibly mean? Lord Mountdean at the Dower House! He fancied some accident must have happened to him. He had never been to the Dower House since the night when he took his young wife thither, and as he rode along his thoughts recurred to that terrible evening. Would he see her now, he wondered, and would she, in her shy, pretty way, advance to meet him? It could not surely be that she was ill, and that the earl, having heard of it, had sent for him. No, that could not be--for the note said that something wonderful had occurred. Speculation was evidently useless--the only thing to be done was to hasten as quickly as he could, and learn for himself what it all meant. He rode perhaps faster than he had ever ridden in his life before. When he reached the Dower House the horse was bathed in foam. He thought to himself, as he rang the bell at the outer gate, how strange it was that he--the husband--should be standing there ringing for admittance. A servant opened the gate, and Lord Arleigh asked if the Earl of Mountdean was within, and was told that he was. "There is nothing the matter, I hope," said Lord Arleigh--"nothing wrong?" The servant replied that something strange had happened, but he could not tell what it was. He did not think there was anything seriously wrong. And then Lord Arleigh entered the house where the years of his young wife's life had drifted away so sadly. Chapter XXXIX. Lord Arleigh was shown into the dining-room at Winiston House, and stood there impatiently awaiting the Earl of Mountdean. He came in at last, but the master of Beechgrove barely recognized him, he was so completely changed. Years seemed to have fallen from him. His face was radiant with a great glad light. He held out his hand to his friend. "Congratulate me," he said; "I am one of the happiest men in the world." "What has happened?" asked Lord Arleigh, in surprise. "Follow me," said the earl; and in silence Lord Arleigh obeyed him. They came to the pretty shaded room, and the earl, entering first, said: "Now, my darling, the hour has come which will repay you for the sorrow of years." Wondering at such words, Lord Arleigh followed his friend. There lay his beautiful wife, lovelier than ever, with the sunlight touching her hair with gold, her fair face transparent as the inner leaf of a rose--Madaline, his darling, who had been his wife in name only.