Ellieslaw led, or rather supported, his daughter to the altar.

Sir Frederick moved forward and placed himself by her side.

The clergyman opened his prayer-book, and looked to Mr.Vere for the signal to commence the service.
"Proceed," said the latter.
But a voice, as if issuing from the tomb of his deceased wife, called, in such loud and harsh accents as awakened every echo in the vaulted chapel, "Forbear!" All were mute and motionless, till a distant rustle, and the clash of swords, or something resembling it, was heard from the remote apartments.

It ceased almost instantly.
"What new device is this ?" said Sir Frederick, fiercely, eyeing Ellieslaw and Mareschal with a glance of malignant suspicion.
"It can be but the frolic of some intemperate guest," said Ellieslaw, though greatly confounded; "we must make large allowances for the excess of this evening's festivity.

Proceed with the service." Before the clergyman could obey, the same prohibition which they had before heard, was repeated from the same spot.