Ou, aye, I mind it! I am na likely to forget it!" sharply answered Rose Cameron.
"Well, my dear young lady, the marriage is on again." "_Eh!_" exclaimed Rose Cameron, springing up.
"Yes, my dear young lady.

You know I always take time to look over the morning papers that are left at the house for you, and this morning I read that a grand marriage would take place at St.George's, Hanover Square, between the young Duke of Hereward--he who was Marquis of Arondelle before his father's death--and the heiress of the late Sir Lemuel Levison.

And how, after the ceremony, there would be a breakfast at the bride's house, and then how the happy pair would set out for their wedding tower." While the well-meaning housekeeper was speaking, Rose Cameron was staring at her in dumb amazement.
"I brought the paper in my pocket, ma'am, thinking, under all the circumstances, it would interest you and help to make you forget your own troubles.

Would you like to read it for yourself ?" "Yes! gie me the paper," cried Rose, snatching it from the housekeeper before the latter could hand it.
"Where's the place?
Where's the place ?" cried the impatient young woman, wildly turning the pages.
"Here it is ma'am.

At the top of the 'FASHIONABLE NEWS,'" said the landlady, pointing out the item.
Rose pounced upon it, and read aloud: "The marriage of His Grace, the Duke of Hereward, with Miss Levison, only daughter and heiress of the late Sir Lemuel Levison, will be celebrated at twelve, noon, to-day, at St.George's, Hanover Square.