Look at that first, my lady, if you please," said Mrs.Brown, putting the document in her hands.
Salome gazed at it with beclouded vision, but she saw that it was a genuine certificate of marriage between Archibald-Alexander-John Scott, Marquis of Arondelle, and, Rose Cameron, signed by James Smith, Rector of St.Margaret's Church, Westminster, and witnessed by John Thomas Price, Sexton, and Ann Gray, Pew-opener.
"The man must have been mad! mad! to have done this, in the first instance, and then--done what he has just this morning," moaned Salome, as she returned the certificate to the woman.
"My lady, he thought as he had got Rose Cameron lagged, he would never be found out.

Here, my lady, is the first letter he wrote to her after they were married.

I reckon it is a foolish love-letter enough, not worth reading; but what I want you to notice is, his handwriting, and the way he commences his letter--'My Darling Wife,' and the way he ends it--'Your Devoted Husband, Arondelle.'" "I recognize the handwriting, and I note the signature.

I do not wish to read the letter," muttered Salome, waving it away.
"Well, then, my lady, here is a photograph of his grace, given to his wife a few days before their marriage," said the widow, offering a small card.
Salome took it, looked at it, and dropped it with a long, low wail of anguish.
It was a duplicate of one presented to herself by the Duke of Hereward, from the same negative.
Silence again fell between the lady and her visitor until it was broken by a rap at the door, and the voice of the maid without, saying: "Beg pardon, your grace, but Lady Belgrade desires me to say that you have but fifteen minutes to catch the train." "Very well," replied the young duchess; but her voice sounded strangely unlike her own.
"Your ladyship will not go on your bridal tour ?" said the visitor, imploringly.
"No, I shall not go on a bridal tour.

How can I ?--I am not a bride.