There's the most hawful murder been committed, ma'am, which I thought you might enjoy along of your tea," said the worthy woman, as she drew a little stand by the bedside and placed the cup and the newspaper upon it.
"A murder ?" listlessly repeated Rose Cameron, rising on her elbow, and taking the tea-cup in her hand.
"Ay, ma'am, the most hawfullest murder as ever you 'eard of, on an' 'elpless old gent, away up at a place in Scotland called Lone!" "EH!" exclaimed Rose Cameron, starting, and nearly letting fall her tea-cup.
"Yes, ma'am, and the most hawfullest part of it was, as it was done in the night afore his darter's wedding-day, and his blessed darter herself was the first to find her father's dead body in the morning." "Gude guide us!" exclaimed Rose Cameron, putting down her untasted tea, and staring at the speaker in blank dismay.
"You may read all about it in the paper, ma'am," said the housekeeper.
"When did it a' happen ?" huskily inquired the girl, whose face was now ashen pale.
"On the night before last, ma'am.

The same night you were traveling up to London by the Great Northern.

And bless us and save us, the poor bride must have found her poor pa's dead body just about the time you arrived at home here, ma'am, for the paper says it was ten o'clock." "Ou! wae's me! wae's me! wae's me!" cried Rose, covering her ashen-pale face with her hands and sinking back on her pillow.
"Oh, indeed I'm sorry I told you anything about it, ma'am, if it gives you such a turn.

I _did_ hope it would amuse you while you sipped your tea.

But la! there! some ladies do be _so_ narvy!" "An' that's the way the braw wedding was stappit!" cried Rose, without even hearing the words of her attendant.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Mrs.Rogers, not understanding the allusion of the speaker, "_that_ was the way the wedding was stopped, in course.