It was a space of about fifty feet long and thirty wide, running all across the house from back to front.  Chandeliers of most primitive construction had been hung from the roof, and so skilfully decked with green that the rough splinters of wood which formed them were completely hidden.  Flags and garlands ornamented the rough brick walls, and with plenty of light and flowers, and no small amount of taste and skill, the volunteer decorators had in fact succeeded in making out of rather unpromising materials, a very gay and brilliant-looking saloon.

A small space near the door had been railed off, and served as a passage to the dressing-rooms, from which sounds of voices and laughter came merrily, though the ball-room itself was at present quite empty.

“Your neighbours are not quite so punctual as you would have me believe,” said Mr. Percy; “there is not even a fiddler visible.”

At that moment Mrs. Bellairs put her head out of a dressing-room.  “Oh, William!” she said, “I’m so glad you are come.  Have you seen Maurice or Henry Scott?”

“No indeed.  Where are your fiddlers?”

“Just what I want to know.  When we came they had not arrived, and Henry was gone to look for them.  Maurice only waited a few minutes, and finding they did not come, he went too.  What shall we do?”

“Wait, I suppose.  They are sure to be here immediately.  I only hope they will arrive tolerably sober.”

Mrs. Bellairs shrugged her shoulders and retreated.  Mr. Percy smiled rather contemptuously.

“Do these accidents often happen?” he asked.

“Dear me! no.  I never knew anything to go wrong where Elise had the management, before.  But I must go and look if they are coming.”

He hurried out, but scarcely passed the doorway when the lost musicians appeared, under the guidance of Maurice and Henry Scott.  They were not, perhaps, quite beyond suspicion as to sobriety, but there was no fear of their being unable to do their duty reasonably well.  The happy news of their arrival being made known by the commencement of a vigorous tuning, the doors of the dressing-rooms opened, and the ball-room began to fill.

The common opinion of Cacouna had undoubtedly been that Mr. Percy—­the Honourable Edward Percy, whose name was in the Peerage—­would dance the first quadrille with Mrs. Bellairs.  But sovereigns are permitted to be capricious, especially female ones, and the Queen of Cacouna was not above the weaknesses of her class.  Perhaps Mr. Percy—­who was certainly bored himself—­bored her a little.  At any rate she signified her intention of bestowing her hand upon an elderly gentleman, the owner of the house, to whom, as she said, they were so much indebted for his kindness in allowing them to metamorphose it as they had done.

The gentleman, thus left at liberty to choose his own partner, found his eyes turning naturally to Lucia; but before he had quite made up his mind, Maurice came up to her.