Lord and Lady Earle saw him depart without any apprehension; they never suspected that he knew where Dora was.
It was a sad story, and bitter sorrow came from it.

Word by word it can not be written, but when the heir of Earlescourt saw Dora again, her artless delight, her pretty joy and sorrow mingled, her fear and dislike of Ralph, her love for himself drove all thought of duty and honor from his mind.

He prayed her to become his wife secretly.

He had said that when once they were married his father would forgive them, and all would be well.

He believed what he said; Dora had no will but his.