when I have changed my dress,
I will come down the same way and take you in to supper," said Sybil,
as, with a smile and a bow, she opened the door and slipped away up to
her own room.

Rosa Blondelle passed into the little adjoining nursery, to see after
her child.

The room, small as it was, had two windows, one west and one south, and
a little fireplace north. The east side was only broken by the door
that communicated with the bedroom. There were green curtains to the two
windows, green carpet on the floor, and green covers to the
rocking-chair and the child's chairs, which were the only ones in the
room. There was a cot-bed for the nurse and a crib for the child. A
well-supplied wash-stand completed the furniture. The child lay sleeping
soundly in his crib, and the nurse sat by him, occupying herself with
some white embroidery that she habitually carried in her pocket, to fill
up spare moments profitably.

"Crow is quite well, Janet?" inquired the young mother, approaching and
looking at her rosy boy.

"Yes, me leddy, and sleeping like an angel," answered the woman.

"Those are very comfortable quarters, Janet."

"Yes, me leddy, though the roaring of yon Black Torrent, as they ca' it,
gars me grew. I wonder does it always roar sae loud."

"Oh no, Janet. Mr. Berners says that it only sounds so when very much
swollen by the rains. And Mr. Berners should know."

"Aye, ma'am, and sae he suld! And a very fine gentleman is the laird!"

"He is not a laird, Janet! There are no lairds in America."

"And what will he be then, ma'am?"

"Simply a gentleman--Mr. Berners."

"It is a pity he is na a laird, ma'am, and a duke to the back of that! a
princely gentleman he is, me leddy."

"I quite agree with you, Janet. Well, leave your charge for a moment,
and come and arrange my hair for me. Unluckily I can not change my
dress, for my luggage was left behind at Blackville, and I don't suppose
it has arrived here yet," said Rosa Blondelle, as she returned to her
room attended by her maid. But there an agreeable surprise met her. She
found her trunks set in order, ready for her.

"I declare, there they are! And I suppose the servants who brought them,
finding the door wide open and no one in the room, just put them in here
and retired. Janet, open that trunk and get out my black velvet, and
point lace set. I must not wear anything very light and gay on this
first evening, after a fatiguing journey, when we all feel so