"The peur lady," said the nurse, "had fall'n intle a sweet sleep, wi' the baby at her breast. The chamber was dark, exceptin' a dull bit lamp, that was blinking doon on the hearth-stane; for being summer time, there was nae fire. I mysell' was sitting quietly e the great chair; every thing e the hoose was se still, that I amaste thought 'at I could hear the far-aff voises o' the folk, 'at was making rejoicing around the bonfires. My ane mind, you see, being quite easy like; for, nor mother, nor child, could be doing better nor they were doing; I must just ha' dozed a bit; for I begun a-dreaming, tho' I canna' say precisely the purport of my dreams, until I thought I saw Mr. Henry, as plain as I see you, slip on tip-toe, and stop half-way e the middle e the floor. And then, I was se parfect certain, that I heard him ask, in a whisper, hoo Lady L. was; that I meant to reply, 'As weel as can be expected, Sir;' bit tho' I begun working my jaw frae side to side, to strive to get the words oot, it was se stiff it wad na move. I can remember naething maer, till I thought I heard a soond like a watchman's rattle; and then, I thought it was naething bit the crumpling o' a piece o' paper, 'at I dreamed the doctor was taking aff o' a bottle o' medicine. I was sure 'at I saw him quite plain, standing wi' the bottle in his hand, near the table. Nor was I that far gane, but that I kent weel enough, through aw my sleep, 'at I ought tle rise and reach him a glass; bit I had na poor tle stir a limb. I could nae ha' been weell mysell', for it was mere like tle a trance, woman, nor tle common sleep. And then, I thought, 'at to my great surprise, the doctor had the vara face o' Mr. Henry, bit oulder like; and while I was wondering at this, and looking at the doctor, and the doctor, I thought, looking hard at me, the doctor, and the bottle, and the table, and the foot o' the bed-curtain, aw disappeared; and I can remember naething mere, bit a deal o' confusion about being hame again in Edinburgh; until I was wakened ootright, by what I thought at the time, was the shutting o' the door frae the dressing-room intle the gareden. Bit it must ha' been the doctor's rap, for he cam' in amaste immediately. What was vara remarkable was, that after I should ha' dreamed o' seeing yon bottle in the doctor's hand, that there should hae been se mickle said and done about yon vara bottle; and that it should ha' been yon bottle, that I mysell' blamed for every thing! Weel! the doctor he could na get the bit tie undoone; and he sais to me, 'Mrs. Mowbray, will you favour me weth a pin?' I remember it as weel as it was but yesterday. And he said, at the same time, that he never had afore, in aw the hale course o' his practice, used a double knot wi' tying down a bottle, but a'y a single ane, wi' the ends twisted. And then he said, in his curious way, ye ken, as he shook the bottle afoor he poured the medicine intle the glass, that the