It was not a son and heir, as we had hoped it might be, but a little daughter, as fair as her mother.

Ah, Lord Arleigh, you have had your troubles, I have had mine.

My wife was buried at Castledene--my beautiful young wife, whom I loved so dearly.

I left my child, under the doctor's care, with a nurse, having arranged to pay so much per annum for her, and intending when I returned to England to take her home to Wood Lynton as my heiress.

My father, contrary to the verdict of the physicians, lingered about three years.