Etiquette did not admit of their being guests at the Castle on the day before the expected marriage.

And much ado had the young marquis to keep the duke quietly at the inn.

The old man enjoying his pleasing hallucination of being still the proprietor of Lone, and the possessor of a princely revenue, fretted against the delay that detained him at the Hereward Arms, when he was so anxious to go on to Castle Lone.

And his son did not venture to leave him until late at night, when he left him in bed and asleep.
Then the young marquis walked out and crossed the evergreen covered bridge leading to the Castle grounds.

He knew that custom did not sanction his visit to his bride-elect on the night before their wedding, but he could at least gaze on the walls that sheltered her, while he rambled over the rich lawns, parterres, shrubberies, and terraces.
Within the Castle, meanwhile, all the arrangements for the morning's festivity were completed.
Halls, drawing-rooms, parlors, chambers, and dining-rooms, all sumptuously furnished and beautifully decorated, were ready for the wedding guests.
In the dining-room the luxurious wedding-breakfast was set.