Presently from between the trees she saw the mansion itself, Lord Arleigh touched his young wife's arm gently.
"My darling," he said, "that is home." Her face flushed, her eyes brightened, the sensitive lips quivered.
"Home!" she repeated.

"How sweet the word sounds to me!" With a tremulous smile she raised her face to his.

"Nor man," she said, "do you know that I feel very much as Lady Burleigh, the wife of Lord Burleigh, of Stamford-town, must have felt." "But you, Madaline," he laughed, "are not quite the simple maiden--he wooed and won.

You have the high-bred grace of a lady--nothing could rob you of that." "She must have been lovely and graceful to have won Lord Burleigh," she remarked.
"Perhaps so, but not like you, Madaline--there has never been any one quite like you.

I shall feel tempted to call you 'Lady Burleigh.' Here we are at home; and, oh, my wife, my darling, how sweet the coming home is!" The carriage stopped at the grand entrance.