A sound of voices beneath the window.
Salome started, and drew back. And the next moment, paralyzed by consternation and despair, she overheard the following conversation:
"_Hist!_ are you there, Rose?" inquired a dear familiar voice.
"Ay, I"m here, me laird! After being turnit frae the castle like a thief, or a beggar, or a dog! after being threatened wi" a constable and a prison if I ever showed my face here; but once mair I hae come agen, in obedience to your bidding! Come creeping, creeping, creeping ander the castle wa", by night, like ony puir cat afeared o" scauding water! Ay, me laird, I"m here, mair fule I!" replied a woman"s voice.
"Hush, Rose! Do not say so, my girl. And do not call me "lord;" I am your slave and not your "lord," my lady queen! You know I love you--you only of all women."
"Luve me? Ou, ay, sae ye tell me. But this gran" wedding is coming unco near to be naething but a jest. How far will ye carry the jest? Up till the altar railings? Into the bridal chamber? It"s deceiving and fuling me, ye are, me laird! But I"ll tell ye weel! Ye sail no marry yon girl, I say! Gin ye gae sae far as to lead her to the kirk mesel" will meet you at the altar and forbid the marriage. And _then_ see wha will put me out!"
"Hush, hush, you wild Highland witch, and listen to me. I shall not marry that girl! How can I, when I am married to you? I have had an object in letting this thing go on thus far. My plans could not all be accomplished until to-night. But to-night something will happen that will put all thoughts of marrying and giving in marriage effectually out of the heads of all parties concerned, I will warrant. And to-morrow, you and I will be far away from this place--together, and never to part again. Wait here for me, my love; I shall not be long away. But on your life, do not stir, or speak, or scarcely breathe until you see me again."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Perhaps an hour. Perhaps two hours. You can be patient?"
"Ay, I can be patient."
Here the low, whispering voice ceased. And Salome?
Before that conversation was half through, Salome had fallen back in her chair in a deadly swoon.
CHAPTER VII.
THE MORNING"S DISCOVERY.
When Miss Levison recovered her consciousness it was broad daylight. The rising sun glancing over the top of the Eastern mountain sent arrows of golden light in through the window at which she sat.
Music filled the morning air!
Salome pa.s.sed her hands over her eyes, and gazed around. So long and deep had been her swoon that, for the time, she had utterly lost her memory, and now found difficulty in trying to recover it. Bewildered, she looked about, and listened to the strange, wild music sounding under her window--a sort of morning serenade or reveille, it seemed.
Next her eyes fell upon her magnificent bridal array, displayed on stands near the elegant dressing-table.
Then she remembered that this was her wedding-day, and a flush of joy lighted up her face.
But it pa.s.sed in a moment.
What was this that lay so heavy at her heart! Was it the remnant of an evil dream?
What had happened? Something must have happened! Else why should she find herself seated in that easy-chair at the open window, and see that her bed had not been occupied?
Then, slowly, she recollected the events of the previous night--her retirement to her chamber; her talk there with the housekeeper about Rose Cameron, the "handsome hizzie," who had been haunting the premises and giving trouble all that day; the message from her father; her affecting interview with him in his bedroom; her return to her own apartment through the dimly-lighted, deserted hall, where she met the pale and spectral form of Lord Arondelle, who vanished as she called to him!
her terrified flight into her own chamber!
All these incidents she clearly remembered.
Then her excited vigil in the easy-chair, by the open window, and the two voices that broke upon it--that of her betrothed husband and that of a woman--of this same Rose Cameron, whose name had been so disreputably connected with Lord Arondelle"s; who then and there claimed to be his wife and was not contradicted!
There! that was the weight that lay so heavy at her heart!
"And yet it must have been a dream!" she said to herself. Of course she had fallen asleep there in the easy-chair, and with her thoughts running on the apparition she had met in the hall, and on the country people"s gossip about Lord Arondelle and Rose Cameron, she had had that evil dream. Unquestionably it was only a dream! Lord Arondelle could never play so base a part as he had seemed to do in her dream! She reproached herself for having even involuntarily been the subject of it.
And yet! and yet! the weight lay heavy at her heart, and although this was a warm June morning, she shivered as though it had been January.
She arose to close the window.
Then--
What a magnificent and beautiful scene burst upon her vision! The eastern horizon was ablaze with glory. Lovely morning clouds, soft, transparent white, tinted with rose, violet and gold, tempered the dazzling splendor of the rising sun, and half vailed the opal-hued mountain tops, and even hung upon the emerald mountain side. Morning sky, rosy clouds, and opal mountains, were all reflected as by a mirror in the clear water of the lake below.
The hamlet at the foot of the mountain was gay with flags and banners and festoons of flowers. The bridge 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" the Scotts, wi" their tartans and bag-pipes, come to do ye honor!" said the housekeeper, as she held the tray to her mistress.