"Hush, Barbara! 'Tis of that I would speak; it is that which takes me

from you--but only for a few days--it cannot be very long;--yet I must

find out where he is. I know the hands his wilfulness has thrown him

into, but I think they will save him from worse treachery. Nevertheless,

I must to London, and, if I cannot find him there, I must elsewhere seek

him out. If any ask for me, you will remain silent; and, dear girl, if

chance should throw you in Dalton's way, (it is likely he may be here in

a few days, perhaps before I return,) speak him kindly and gently; bear

with him, as you have borne with me."

"That is impossible," interrupted Barbara, "for there is no reason why I

should do so. He was never kind to me."

"But the time is coming when he will be kind. And now adieu, Barbara. I

desired much to remain; but I cannot. I imagined I might be useful to

Mistress Constance, but I could not; it rests not with me."

"I am very sorry you are going, Robin; for now, when I think of it, my

heart is heavy within my bosom; I know not why it should be so. You are

sure you can prevent that wild bad boy from frightening me again?"

"Quite sure. I'll lock him up within the Crag till my return."

"Thank you, Robin; but he will be kindly treated."

"To be sure he will."

"Thank you again;--but still the weight is here--here on my heart. Do

you think it would be very wrong to wear this dress at my lady's

bridal?"

Robin smiled at the earnestness and simplicity that characterised this

child of nature.

"Oh, no; but if you love such, I can get you far finer garments."

"Can you indeed?" she exclaimed joyfully:--"But no," she added in a

sadder voice, "no bravery for me after this bridal. I dreamed a dream

last night. Do you believe in dreams, Robin? Listen: I thought we were

all standing at an altar in the ruined chapel."

"Who? All?" inquired the Ranger, eagerly.

"My lady and that man, and----" she paused.

"Who?" again inquired Robin.

"Why you: 'twas but a dream, you know," she added, blushing to the

temples. Then, as the colour faded from her calm face, even more quickly

than it came, she continued, "And we all looked so beautiful! and I

thought you so like the Cavalier Walter, and I felt so peaceful and

happy. But just as you touched my hand, there came a mist between us--a

dense and chilling mist, that made the marrow curdle in my bones, and my

joints stiff and iron-bound; and a voice, a low mournful voice, like the

wail of a dying bird, said, 'Come!'--and I attempted to answer, 'Not

yet;' but my tongue felt frozen to my teeth, and my teeth were as

icicles within my lips; and I was enshrouded in the mist. Then suddenly

a pang shot through my heart, as if it were the dart of death, and I

would have screamed, such was its agony; but still my tongue was frozen!

And I suffered, I cannot tell you what: when suddenly a soft breath

breathed upon my cheek, and it felt warm and soothing, and a

voice--sounding--I may as well tell it all, Robin--so like yours, said,

'Pray.' And as I prayed--not in words, but in spirit, the pain departed

from me, and the blood flowed again through my veins; and gazing

upwards, I found that I was not in the ruined chapel, but in the

presence of the blessed Saviour! He looked upon us--upon us both----"




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