Next morning the conversation at the Ravensworth breakfast-table ran a good deal on this unknown stranger. As it was the first Monday in the month, and consequently a holiday, Johnny repaired to the back drawing-room, whence he had an extended view of the road each way. Though he went there professedly to read, in reality he went there as a watchman for the expected carriage. It was then only a little after ten, and the earliest time he had named was not till twelve; yet Johnny cast many a wistful glance along the road. L'Estrange had an engagement at Queensferry, and had driven off already. Mr. Ravensworth went to his study, and Maude a walk in the country with some schoolfellows, so that Johnny and Ellen had the room all to themselves. Slowly the clock on the stairs struck the passing hours,--at length twelve struck. "Now," said Johnny, "he may be here at any minute, Ellen. Here he is, I hear wheels." But Johnny was doomed to disappointment, it was only the London coach. Many other carriages raised his hopes falsely, while the long hour dragged its slow length through: one struck,--Johnny's face fell. "I believe, after all, he won't come,--stay, here he comes at last,--really, Nelly,--look what a fine drag he is driving, and quite different horses, too,--what beauties! I will run and tell papa." Ellen, without rising from the sofa, glanced to see the wonderful stranger, for it was on _him_ rather than the horses he drove, that she naturally looked. The drag stopped at the door, and the same nimble servant lightly stepped down and rang the bell. Meantime Johnny had flown to his father's study with the news: "Come, papa, quick, he's waiting!" "Gently, my boy, gently! I have not even been apprised of his presence yet--he will perhaps step in; what is all this excitement about?" "May I come to the church?" "We will see, perhaps the gentleman may not wish it." At this moment Mr. Ravensworth's page, with open eyes, came in bringing a card in his hand, and saying the gentleman would not come in. Mr. Ravensworth gave a perceptible start when he saw the name; and, hastily putting on his hat and gloves, advanced to the carriage. "I must apologise for keeping you waiting, my Lord, so long." "Not at all, Mr. Ravensworth, not at all, I have not been a minute. Step in and I will drive you to the church. Is that your son?" pointing to Johnny, who had crept after his father. "My son, Johnny." "Jump in, my boy, you will like a ride too," continued the stranger.