If you please, Miss, my lord's gentleman is below with a note and a parcel for you, Miss." "Very well, Janet.

Do you bring it up and ask the man to wait.

There may be answer," replied Miss Levison, as the rose clouds rolled over her clear, pale cheeks.
The girl courtesied and withdrew.
"To think of my being so wicked as to have such a dream about him--_him_!" she said to herself, as again she shivered with cold.
Presently the housekeeper entered with a tiny cup of coffee on a small silver tray in her hand, and with many cordial congratulations on her lips.
Fortunately the lace curtains of the bed were down, so that she could not see that it had not been slept in, and annoy her young mistress with exclamations and questions.
"Eh, me young leddy! a blithe bridal morn ye hae got; and a braw sight on the ramparts of a' the Scotts, wi' their tartans and bag-pipes, come to do ye honor!" said the housekeeper, as she held the tray to her mistress.
Miss Levison drank the coffee, returned the cup, and then inquired: "Where is Janet?
I sent her with a message; she should have returned by this time." "Ou, aye, sae she should.

She's clacking her clavvers wi' yon lad frae the 'Hereward Arm.' But here she is now, me young leddy," answered the housekeeper, as the maid entered the room and placed in her mistress' hand a note and a small parcel, tied up in white paper with narrow white ribbon, and sealed with the Hereward crest.
Miss Levison opened the note and read: "HEREWARD ARMS INN, Tuesday Morning.
"I greet you, my only beloved, on this our bridal morning--the commencement of a long and happy union for both of us! Yes, a long union, for it will stretch into eternity, and a happy one, for come what will, we shall be happy in each other.

I send you the richest jewel that has ever been in our possession, the only one which has survived the wreck of our fortunes.