"Nonsense again, Mrs. Ross, dear woman. I am well enough. Now, Janet, did you tell his lordship's messenger to wait?" "Yes, Miss." Miss Levison drew a little writing-stand to her side, opened the desk, took out materials and penned the following note: "LONE CASTLE, Tuesday. "MY MOST BELOVED AND HONORED: Your right royal gift is beyond all price for richness, beauty, traditional interest, and symbolism, and as such I shall hold it above all other gifts, and cherish it to the end of my life. But it is not only to speak of your invaluable gift I write; it is also to ask you to do a strange thing to please me this morning. It is now eight o'clock. We are appointed to meet at the church at eleven. Will you meet me _here_ first at half-past nine? I wish to tell you something before we go to the altar. It is nothing important that I have to tell you--you will probably only laugh at it; but I must get it off my mind; for it weighs there like a sin. Come and receive my little confession, and give absolution to YOUR OWN SALOME." She enveloped and directed this note, and gave it to Janet, with orders to hand it to Lord Arondelle's man. When the girl had left the room, Miss Levison turned to the housekeeper and inquired: "Has my father's bell rung yet, do you know?" "Na, me young leddy, it has na rung yet. Sir Lemuel's man, Mr. Peter, is down-stairs, waiting for the summons." "Perhaps he had better call his master," suggested Miss Levison. "Na, Miss, sae I tauld him; but he said his orders were no to call his master the morn', but to wait till he heard his bell ring. He's waiting for that e'en noo." "Very well, Mrs. Ross. Papa was up late last night, I know, and is probably tired this morning. So we must let him sleep as long as possible. But as soon as his bell rings, be sure to take him up a cup of coffee." "Verra weel, Miss." "And, Mrs. Ross, I hope that all our guests are cared for, and served in their own rooms with tea and toast, or coffee and muffins, as they choose?" "Ou, ay, me dear young leddy, I hae ta'en care of a' that. And what will I bring yersel', Miss, before ye begin to dress?" "Nothing; I have had a cup of coffee. That is sufficient for the present." "Neathing but ae wee bit cup o' coffee, my dear young leddy?" "No; I have no appetite. I suppose no girl ever did have on her wedding morning," said Miss Levison, shivering and then flushing. The housekeeper contemplated her young mistress with growing anxiety. "I am sure ye are no weel," she ventured again to suggest. "I am quite well, my dear Mrs. Ross. Do not disturb yourself. But go now and send Janet and Kitty to me. I must begin to dress." The housekeeper left the room, and was soon replaced by the lady's maid and the upper house-maid. "Is my bath ready, Kitty?" "Yes, Miss; and I have poured six bottles of ody collone intil it," said the girl, with a very self-approving air.