He was for some minutes searching for it, and then he found it--it had rolled into the hollow of a large letter on one of the level grave-stones.
Involuntarily he kissed it as he lifted it from the ground; it was too cruel for anything belonging to that fair young bride to have been brought into contact with death.

Lady Peters noted the little incident with a shudder, Madaline merely smiled.

Then the ceremony was over--Lord Arleigh and Madaline were man and wife.

It seemed to him that the whole world around him was transformed.
They walked out of the church together, and when they stood in the sunlight he turned to her.
"My darling, my wife," he said, in an impassioned voice, "may Heaven send to us a life bright as this sunshine, love as pure--life and death together! I pray Heaven that no deeper cloud may come over our lives than there is now in the sky above us." These words were spoken at only eleven in the morning.

If he had known all that he would have to suffer before eleven at night, Lord Arleigh, with all his bravery, all his chivalry, would have been ready to fling himself from the green hill-top into the shimmering sea..