But it will offend you, cousin ?" "What!" said Roland, "a dream?
You dreamed perhaps that I forgot both wisdom and affection, when, for the sake of this worthless beast, Briareus, I drew you into difficulty and peril ?" "No, no," said Edith, earnestly, and then added in a low voice, "I dreamed of Richard Braxley!" "Curse him!" muttered the youth, with tones of bitter passion: "it is to him we owe all that now afflicts us,--poverty and exile, our distresses and difficulties, our fears and our dangers.

For a wooer," he added, with a smile of equal bitterness, "methinks he has fallen on but a rough way of proving his regard.

But you dreamed of him.

Well, what was it?
He came to you with the look of a beaten dog, fawned at your feet, and displaying that infernal will, 'Marry me,' quoth he, 'fair maid, and I will be a greater rascal than before,--I will burn this will, and consent to enjoy Roland Forrester's lands and houses in right of my wife, instead of claiming them in trust for an heir no longer in the land of the living.' Cur!--and but for you, Edith, I would have repaid his insolence as it deserved.

But you ever intercede for your worst enemies.