"What this love is!" laughed Mattie, as she went on her errand.
While she was gone the earl came in, and they sat down to breakfast. It was some little surprise to Earle when Mattie came back with the rose in her hand.
"Doris is not awake yet, and her maid did not seem willing to call her. She was up late last night, I think."
He said nothing, but he thought to himself it was strange Doris should sleep so soundly on this most eventful morning of her life.
They took a hurried breakfast; then Mattie said:
"Now it is growing late—our beautiful bride must be roused."
Lady Estelle looked up hurriedly.
"Is Doris still in her room?" she asked. "How strange that she sleeps so soundly!"
In the long corridor Mattie met the pretty Parisienne, Lady Doris' maid, Eugenie.
"You must rouse Lady Studleigh; she will be quite late if you do not."