spanning the lake and connecting the
hamlet with the island, was grand with triumphal arches. The lake was
alive with gayly-trimmed pleasure-boats of every description. The island,
with its groves, shrubberies, parterres, arbors, terraces, statues, was
decorated with flags and banners, innumerable colored lamps and floral
mottoes and devices.

The streets of the hamlet, the bridge and the island was each alive with
a merry crowd of tenantry and peasantry in their picturesque holiday
suits, coming to see the wedding pageant.

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' th