She forgot all Lady Earle's warnings; she remembered only Ronald and his love.

So they were married in the quiet parish church of Helsmeer, twenty miles from Eastham, and no human being either knew or guessed their secret.
There was no excuse, no palliation for an act that was undutiful, dishonorable, and deceitful--there was nothing to plead for him, save that he was young, and had never known a wish refused.
They were married.

Dora Thorne became Dora Earle.

Ronald parted from his pretty wife immediately.

He arranged all his plans with what he considered consummate wisdom.