all of rank to dance together, and growing more and more
animated, till excitement took the place of weariness; and
Eleanor's pale cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing, when the
Duchess's signal closed the dance.

Music was then called for, and several of the princely company
sang to the lute; Jean, pleased to show there was something in
which her sister excelled, and gratified at some recollections
that floated up of her father's skill in minstrelsy, insisted on
sending for Eleanor's harp.

'Oh, Jean, not now; I canna,' murmured Eleanor, who had been
sitting with fixed eyes, as though in a dream.

But the Duke and other nobles came and pressed her, and Jean
whispered to her not to show herself a fule body, and disgrace
herself before the English, setting the harp before her and
attending to the strings. Eleanor's fingers then played over
them in a dreamy, fitful way, that made the old Earl raise his
head and say--

'That twang carries me back to King Harry's tent, and the good
old time when an Englishman's sword was respected.'

''Tis the very harp,' said Sir Patrick; 'ay, and the very tune--'

'Come, Elleen, begin. What gars thee loiter in that doited
way?' insisted Jean. 'Come, "Up atween."'

And, led by her sister in spite of herself, almost, as it were,