Gayer than all was the gathering of the Clan Scott, in their brilliant tartans, and with their national music to do honor to the nuptials of the heir of their chief. As Miss Levison looked and listened, the shadows of the night vanished from her mind as clouds before the sun! How strange the thought that the evil dream should have troubled her at all! But the dream had seemed as real as any waking experience. But then, again, dreams often do seem so! She would think no more of it, except to repent having been so unjust to Lord Arondelle, even though it was but in an involuntary dream. It was as yet very early in the morning--not seven o'clock. Her serenaders had waked her betimes, and the country people had clearly determined to lose not one hour of that festive day. But Miss Levison was still shivering in the mild June morning. She thought she would ask for a cup of coffee to warm her. She rang her bell. Her maid entered the room, courtesied, and stood waiting "Janet, tell the housekeeper to send me a strong, hot cup of coffee," she said. "Yes, Miss. 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.