ready, sir," answered the man, with a bow.

"Gather up these articles, then, and show us to our rooms," said Mr.
Berners, pointing to a collection of outer garments and travelling bags
that occupied a centre-table.

With another bow the man loaded himself with the personal effects of the
guests and led the way up-stairs.

Mr. Berners, drawing his wife's arm through his own, followed the waiter
to a cheerful little private parlor, where the bright red carpet on the
floor, the bright red curtains at the windows, the bright red covers of
the chairs and sofas, the glowing coal fire in the grate, and above all
the neatly spread tea table, with its snowy damask table-cloth, and its
service of pure French china, invited the hungry and weary travellers to
refreshment and repose.

Through a pair of partly drawn sliding doors a vista was opened to a
clean and quiet chamber, furnished to match the parlor, with the same
bright-red carpet, window curtains, and chair covers, but also with a
white-draperied tent-bedstead, with bed-pillows and coverings white and
soft as swan's down. In the glow of the coal fire in the inner room sat
and waited a pretty mulatto girl, Delia, or Dilly, the dressing maid of
Mrs. Berners.

On seeing her mistress enter the parlor, Dilly quickly arose and met
her, and handed a chair and relieved the waiter of his burden of
portable personal property, which she hastened to carry into the chamber
to put away.

"Bring in the tea immediately and send my own man Hannibal here to
attend us," said the guest to the waiter, who promptly left the room to
execute the orders.

"Come, my darling! Take this easy-chair in the corner and make yourself
comfortable! Here is a scene to inspire the saddest heart with
cheerfulness," said the bridegroom cordially, as he drew forward the
easy arm-chair and led his bride to it.

She sank into the soft seat and smiled her satisfaction.

In a few moments the waiters of the inn entered and arranged a delicious
little repast upon the table and then withdrew, leaving Hannibal, the
faithful servant of the bridegroom, to attend his master and mistress at
their tea.

The young pair sat down to the table. And in that quiet and cheerful
scene of enjoyment, the young bride recovered her spirits. The transient
shadow that had for a moment darkened the splendor of her joy, even as a
passing cloud for an instant obscures the glory of the sun, had
vanished, leaving her all smiles and