One after another she
dismissed them. She was waiting until she saw some one like
Ronald Earle--like him in all things save the weakness which had
so fatally shadowed his life.
Chapter IX
In a small, pretty villa, on the banks of the Arno, Ronald Earle
established himself with his young wife. He had gone direct to
Eastham, after leaving Earlescourt, his heart aching with sorrow
for home and all that he had left there, and beating high with
joy at the thought that now nothing stood between him and Dora.
He told her of the quarrel--of his father's stern words--and
Dora, as he had foreseen clung round his neck and wept.
She would love him all the more, she said. She must love him
enough to make up for home and every one else.
Yet, strange to say, when Ronald told his pretty, weeping wife
all that happened, he made no mention of Valentine Charteris--he
did not even utter her name.
Ronald's arrangements were soon made. He sent for Stephen Thorne
and his wife, and told them how and when he had married Dora.
"I am sorry for it," said Stephen. "No good will ever come of
such an unequal match.
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