There seemed to be a perfect crowd of richly-dressed nobles,
ladies, children; and though the Lady Joanna held her head up in
full state, and kept her eye on her sister to make her do the
same, their bewilderment was great; and when they had been
conducted to a splendid chamber, within that allotted to the
Drummond ladies, tapestry-hung, and with silver toilette
apparatus, to prepare for supper, Jean dropped upon a
high-backed chair, and insisted that Dame Lilias should explain
to her exactly who each one was.

'That slight, dark-eyed carle who took me off my horse was the
Duke of York, of course,' said she. 'My certie, a bonnie Scot
would make short work of him, bones and all! And it would
scarce be worth while to give a clout to the sickly lad that
took Elleen down.'

'Hush, Jean,' said Eleanor; 'some one called him King! Was he
King Harry himself?'

'Oh no,' said Dame Lilias, smiling; 'only King Harry of the Isle
of Wight--a bit place about the bigness of Arran; but it pleased
the English King to crown him and give him a ring, and bestow on
him the realm in a kind of sport. He is, in sooth, Harry
Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick, and was bred up as the King's chief
comrade and playfellow.'

'And what brings him here?'

'So far as I can yet understand, the family and kin have
gathered for the marriage of his sister, the Lady Anne--the