"I can people the place," said Lady Marion, in her quiet way. "I can see the cavaliers in their gay dresses and plumes, the dark-eyed senoras with veil and fan. How many hearts have loved and broken within these walls, Lord Chandos!"
"Hearts love and break everywhere," he said, gloomily.
She went on:
"I wonder if many dreams of this grand Alhambra came to Queen Catharine of Arragon, when she lay down to rest—that is, if much rest came to her?"
"Why should not rest come to her?" asked Lord Chandos, and the fair face, raised to answer him, grew pale.
"Why? What a question to ask me. Was she not jealous and with good cause? How can a jealous woman know rest? I am quite sure that she must have thought often with longing and regret, of her home in sunny Granada."
"I have never been jealous in my life," said Lord Chandos.
"Then you have never loved," said Lady Marion. "I do not believe that love ever exists without some tinge of jealousy. I must say that if I loved any one very much, I should be jealous if I saw that person pay much attention to any one else."
He looked at her carelessly, he spoke carelessly; if he had known what was to follow, he would not have spoken so.
"But do you love any one very much?" he said.