Guid rest and blithe waking to ye," repeated the old woman, as she courtesied and left the room.
"Poor girl!" mused Salome.

"I cannot help sympathizing with her tonight.
What if Arondelle who is so courteous to all, were courteous to her also.
And she, unused to courtesy in her rude Highland home, mistook such gentle courtesy for preference, for love, and gave him her love in return?
He would not be in the least to be blamed, while she would be much to be pitied.

What a cruel sight these wedding preparations must be to her! What a miserable night this must be for her! I must see to that poor girl's welfare," concluded Salome.
A low rap at her door disturbed her.
"Come in." Her maid entered.
"What is it, Janet ?" "If you please, Miss, Sir Lemuel's man has just brought me a message for you.

Sir Lemuel requests, Miss, that you will come to his room before you retire." "Dear papa, I will go at once.

You need not wait for me here, Janet.