Maid. Was not that Captain Maitland that was talking here just now, Lady Harriet?
Lady A. Go to bed, Margaret,—go to bed,—but look you though. To-morrow with the dawn that furnishing gear we left in the tent must be unpacked, and this empty room—whose wife, think you, is my guest tomorrow, Margaret?
Maid. Bless me! If I were to guess till daylight, my lady—
Lady A. This young Maitland, you think so handsome, Margaret—
Maid. I?—la, it was not I, my lady, I am sure.
Lady A.—He will bring us his wife home here tomorrow, a young and beautiful wife.
Maid. Wife?—
Lady A. Poor child,—we must give her a gentle welcome. Do you remember those flowers we saw in the glen as we passed?—I will send for them in the morning, and we will fill the vacant hearth with these blossoming boughs.—
Maid. But, here—in these woods, a wife!—where on earth will he bring her from, my lady?
Lady A. Ay, we shall see, to-morrow we shall see,—go dream the rest.