One of them had concerned himself, though in what manner he would
never know now. It ran as follows: "Not to forget Val." Poor fellow!
Poor Lord Hartledon!
"Would your lordship like to come and see the spot where I found it?"
asked the miller.
Lord Hartledon said he should, and would go in the course of the day; and
Floyd took his departure. Val sat on for a time where he was, and then
went in, locked up the damp case with its tarnished rims, and went on to
the presence of his wife.
She was dressed now, but had not left her bedroom. It was evident that
she meant to be kind and pleasant with him; different from what she had
been, for she smiled, and began a little apology for her tardiness,
saying she would get up to breakfast in future.
He motioned her back to her seat on the sofa before the open window, and
sat down near her. His face was grave; she thought she had never seen it
so much so--grave and firm, and his voice was grave too, but had a kindly
tone in it. He took both her hands between his as he spoke; not so much,
it seemed in affection, as to impress solemnity upon her.
"Maude, I'm going to ask you a question, and I beg you to answer me as
truthfully as you could answer Heaven. Have you any wish that we should
live apart from each other?"
"I do not understand you," she answered, after a pause, during which a
flush of surprise or emotion spread itself gradually over her face.
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