"What a glorious old place!" said Juliet.
He turned to her. "You have never seen it before?"
"Never," she answered.
He made her a bow that was slightly foreign. There was French blood in his veins. "I give you welcome, maladi," he said, "I and my poor castle are all yours to command."
He made a gallant figure there on his stone terrace. The girl's eyes shone a little, but they turned almost immediately to the other man at her side.
"Beautiful, isn't it, Dick?" she said.
He met her look, and she was conscious of a chill. She had never seen him look so aloof, so cynical. "A temple of delight!" he said.
His manner offended her. She turned deliberately away from him. And again
Lord Saltash chuckled, as though at some secret joke.
They entered by a narrow door at the head of a flight of steps. "This at least is private," declared Saltash, as he took a key from an inner pocket.
"Does no one ever come in here when you are away?" Juliet asked.