He began to remember his father, who, lying sick unto death, craved for his presence.

He could do no more for Madaline; all his grief, his tears, his bitter sorrow, were useless; he could not bring her back; he was powerless where she was concerned.

But with regard to his father matters were different--to him he could take comfort, healing, and consolation.
So it was decided that he should at once continue his broken journey.
What of little Madaline, the child who had her dead mother's large blue eyes and golden hair?
Again Lord Charlewood and the doctor sat in solemn conclave; this time the fate of the little one hung in the balance.
Lord Charlewood said that if he found his father still weak and ill, he should keep the secret of his marriage.

Of course, if Madaline had lived, all would have been different--he would have proudly owned it then.

But she was dead.