There was not a man or woman in all England who did not know it.
When the earl deemed that full reparation had been made to his daughter, he agreed that she should go to Beechgrove.
The country will never forget that home-coming.

It was on a brilliant day toward the end of July.

The whole country side was present to bid Lady Arleigh welcome--the tenants, servants, dependents, friends; children strewed flowers in her path, flags and banners waved in the sunlit air, there was a long procession with bands of music, there were evergreen arches with "Welcome Home" in monster letters.
It was difficult to tell who was cheered most heartily--the fair young wife whose beauty won all hearts, the noble husband, or the gallant earl whose pride and delight in his daughter were so great.

Lord Arleigh said a few words in response to this splendid reception--and he was not ashamed of His own inability to finish what he had intended to say.
There had never been such a home-coming within one's memory The old house was filled with guests, all the _elite_ of the county were there.
There was a grand dinner, followed by a grand ball, and there was feasting for the tenantry--everything that could be thought of for the amusement of the vast crowd.
On that evening, while the festivities were at their height, Lord Arleigh and his lovely young wife stole away from their guests and went up to the picture-gallery.

The broad, silvery moonbeams fell on the spot where they had once endured such cruel anguish.