Then the Professor, giving her certain plasters and a soothing drug or two, requested a servant, who stood outside the door, to announce to Lady Bors that Miss Baffin was ready to give her treatment.
Sir Dinadan came forward and gallantly escorted Miss Baffin to his mother’s room; where, after presenting her, he left her and returned to the Professor.
The young man led the Professor about the castle, showing him its apartments, its furniture and decorations, with an earnest purpose to try to find favor in the eyes of the father of the woman he loved. The Professor, for his part, was charmed with his companion, and his interest in the castle and its appurtenances increased every moment.
“This,” said Sir Dinadan, pausing before a large oaken door, barred with iron, “is the portal to the upper room of the south tower. In this chamber the Baron has confined Ysolt, my sister, until she consents to think no more of Sir Bleoberis.”
“Locked her up, has he? That seems hard.”
“Cruel, is it not?”
“You favor the suit of the Knight, do you?” inquired the Professor.
“I would let Ysolt choose for herself. He is a worthy man; but he has poverty.”
“We must try to help him,” said the Professor.
“You would act differently in such a case; would you not?” asked Sir Dinadan, rather eagerly.