Oh, Heaven, could it be that after all these years he was really going to see Madaline's child, his own lost daughter?
Very soon he found himself looking on a fair face framed in golden hair, with dark blue eyes, full of passion, poetry, and sorrow, sweet crimson lips, sensitive, and delicate, a face so lovely that its pure, saint-like expression almost frightened him.

He looked at it in a passion of wonder and grief of love and longing; and then he saw a shadow of fear gradually darken the beautiful eyes.
"Madaline," he said gently; and she looked at him in wonder "Madaline," he repeated.
"I--I--do not know you," she replied, surprised.
She was lying, when he entered the room, on a little couch drawn close to the window, the sunlight, which fell full upon her, lighting up the golden hair and refined face with unearthly beauty.

When he uttered her name, she stood up, and so like her mother did she appear that it was with difficulty he could refrain from clasping her in his arms.

But he must not startle her, he reflected--he saw how fragile she was.
"You call me Madaline," she said again--"but I do not know you." Before answering her, Lord Mountdean turned to Margaret.
"Will you leave us alone ?" he requested, but Lady Arleigh stretched out her hand.
"That is my mother," she said--"she must not be sent away from me." "I will not be long away, Madaline.

You must listen to what this gentleman says--and, my dear, do not let it upset you." Mrs.Dornham retired, closing the door carefully behind her, and Lady Arleigh and the earl stood looking at each Other.
"You call we Madaline," she said, "and you send my mother from me.