It was a beautiful sight, the great terrace at Annery that afternoon; with the smart dames in their gaudy dresses parading up and down in twos and threes before the stately house; or looking down upon the park, with the old oaks, and the deer, and the broad land-locked river spread out like a lake beneath, all bright in the glare of the midsummer sun; or listening obsequiously to the two great ladies who did the honors, Mrs. St. Leger the hostess, and her sister-in-law, fair Lady Grenville.  All chatted, and laughed, and eyed each other’s dresses, and gossiped about each other’s husbands and servants:  only Rose Salterne kept apart, and longed to get into a corner and laugh or cry, she knew not which.

“Our pretty Rose seems sad,” said Lady Grenville, coming up to her.  “Cheer up, child! we want you to come and sing to us.”

Rose answered she knew not what, and obeyed mechanically.

She took the lute, and sat down on a bench beneath the house, while the rest grouped themselves round her.

“What shall I sing?”

“Let us have your old song, ‘Earl Haldan’s Daughter.’”

Rose shrank from it.  It was a loud and dashing ballad, which chimed in but little with her thoughts; and Frank had praised it too, in happier days long since gone by.  She thought of him, and of others, and of her pride and carelessness; and the song seemed ominous to her:  and yet for that very reason she dared not refuse to sing it, for fear of suspicion where no one suspected; and so she began per force—­

I.

“It was Earl Haldan’s daughter, She look’d across the sea; She look’d across the water, And long and loud laugh’d she; ’The locks of six princesses Must be my marriage-fee, So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!  Who comes a wooing me?’

II.

“It was Earl Haldan’s daughter, She walk’d along the sand; When she was aware of a knight so fair, Come sailing to the land.  His sails were all of velvet, His mast of beaten gold, And ’hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat, Who saileth here so bold?’

III.

“’The locks of five princesses I won beyond the sea; I shore their golden tresses, To fringe a cloak for thee.  One handful yet is wanting, But one of all the tale; So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!  Furl up thy velvet sail!’

IV.

“He leapt into the water, That rover young and bold; He gript Earl Haldan’s daughter, He shore her locks of gold; ’Go weep, go weep, proud maiden, The tale is full to-day.  Now hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat!  Sail Westward-ho, and away!’”

As she ceased, a measured voice, with a foreign accent, thrilled through her.

“In the East, they say the nightingale sings to the rose; Devon, more happy, has nightingale and rose in one.”