"And I, Florence, have had a frightful dream, and dreams are said to be warnings."
"Nay, Madeline; they are but the reflection of the past, and not the foreshadowings of the future; so, no dream could scare me—but what was yours?"
"That your mother—that Lady Alison was slaying me."
Florence felt a pang even at this improbable idea; though he smiled, and to change the subject said,—
"May I hope that, at dusk to morrow, you will meet me—you pause—ah, promise me——"
"Where!"
"In some secluded place—the church porch of Tranent—'tis always open for vespers."
"I have a horror of that gloomy place, where so many dead are lying, and at such an hour!"
"But what fear you, when I will be there?"
"I shall come—but Father John——"