“Eh, me young leddy! a blithe bridal morn ye hae got; and a braw sight on the ramparts of a’ the Scotts, wi’ their tartans and bag-pipes, come to do ye honor!” said the housekeeper, as she held the tray to her mistress.

Miss Levison drank the coffee, returned the cup, and then inquired: 

“Where is Janet?  I sent her with a message; she should have returned by this time.”

“Ou, aye, sae she should.  She’s clacking her clavvers wi’ yon lad frae the ‘Hereward Arm.’  But here she is now, me young leddy,” answered the housekeeper, as the maid entered the room and placed in her mistress’ hand a note and a small parcel, tied up in white paper with narrow white ribbon, and sealed with the Hereward crest.

Miss Levison opened the note and read: 

“HEREWARD ARMS INN, Tuesday Morning.

“I greet you, my only beloved, on this our bridal morning—­the commencement of a long and happy union for both of us!  Yes, a long union, for it will stretch into eternity, and a happy one, for come what will, we shall be happy in each other.  I send you the richest jewel that has ever been in our possession, the only one which has survived the wreck of our fortunes.  It has been preserved more on account of its traditionary interest than for its intrinsic value.  Tradition tells us that at the taking of Jerusalem, in the first crusade, this jewel was snatched from the turban of Saladin, the Sultan, in single combat, by our wild crusading ancestor, Ranulph d’ Arondelle.  It adorned his own hemlet at the siege of St. Jean d’ Acre, some years later.  In short, it has been handed down from father to son through six centuries and sixteen generations.  It has “in the thickest carnage blazed” on battle-fields, and in the maddest merriment flashed in festive scenes.  Yet it is an offering all too poor for my great love to make, or your great worth to receive.  But take it as the best I have to give.

“ARONDELLE.”

She read this note with tearful eyes, roseate cheeks’ and smiling lips.  And then she untied the white ribbon and opened the white paper.  It first disclosed a golden casket about four inches square, richly chased and bearing the Hereward arms set in small precious stones.  The tiny key was in the lock.  She opened it and found, lying on a bed of rich white satin, a large, burning, blazing ruby heart—­the famous ruby of the Hereward, said to be the largest in the world.  Miss Levison had read of this jewel as one of the most valuable among precious stones.  She had heard also, what evidently the young marquis did not think worth while to tell her in connection with its history, namely, that it had been held as an amulet of such power that it was believed the ducal house of Hereward would never be without a male heir as long as it possessed that priceless ruby heart.  Miss Levison supposed this to be the reason why it had been preserved by the old duke from the total wreck of his fortune.  And the marquis had given it to her!  Well, that was not giving it out of the family, since she was to be his wife.  While offering it he had undervalued the royal gift.  But how highly she appreciated it, rating it far above all the other jewels that blazed upon her table.