A noble and gentle company filled the halls and chambers of the castle, and nearly all the Clan Scott assembled on the grounds.
The festival was a grand triumph.
Among the thousands present were certain artists and reporters of the press, and so it followed that the next issue of the _London News_ contained full-page pictures of Castle Lone and Inch Lone, with their terraces, parterres, arches, arbors and groves; Loch Lone, with its elegant piers, bridges and boats; and the surrounding mountains, with their caves, grottoes, falls and fountains.
Yes, the birthday festival was a perfect triumph, and the fame of Lone went forth to the uttermost ends of the earth.

The English Colonists at Australia, Cape of Good Hope, and New Zealand, read all about it in copies of the _London News_, sent out to them by thoughtful London friends.

We remember the day, some years since, when we, sitting by our cottage fire, read all about it in an illustrated paper, and pondered over the happy fate of those who could live in paradise while still on earth.

Five years later, we would not have changed places with the Duke of Hereward.
But this is a digression.
The duke was in his earthly heaven; but was the duke happy, or even content?
Ah! no.

He was overwhelmed with debt.