During the repast, the Hermit, looking timidly at Professor Baffin, said,—
“Would it seem discourteous if I should ask you another question?”
“Certainly not. I shall be glad to give you any information you may want.”
“What, then,” inquired the Hermit, “is the reason why you protect your eyes with glass windows?”
“These,” said the Professor, removing his spectacles, “are intended to improve the sight. I cannot see well without them. With them I have perfect vision. Tilly, make a memorandum in the journal that my first lecture shall be upon Optics.”
“Pa, I wish we could learn something about the castle we saw,” observed Miss Baffin.
“Oh, yes; by the way, Father Anselm,” said the Professor, “we observed an old-fashioned castle over yonder, as we came here. Can you tell me anything about it?”
“The castle,” replied the Hermit, “is the home and the stronghold of Sir Bors, Baron of Lonazep. He is a great and powerful noble, much feared in this country.”
“Any family?” inquired the Professor.
“He has a gallant son, Sir Dinadan, as brave a knight as ever levelled lance, and a beautiful daughter, Ysolt. Both are unmarried; but the fair Ysolt fondly loves Sir Bleoberis, to whom, however, the Baron will not suffer her to be wedded, because Sir Bleoberis, though bold and skilful, has little wealth.”