'Oh, it has its human interest too, no doubt.' She glanced in the direction of the Château of Granjolaye.
'The Queen,' said he. 'But one never sees her.'
'That adds the charm of mystery, don't you feel? To think of that poor young exiled woman, after so grand a beginning, ending so desolately—shut up alone in her mysterious castle! It's like a legend.'
'Then you're not of her Court?'
'I? Of her Court? Mais quelle idée!'
'It was only a hypothesis. Of course, you know I'm devoured by curiosity. My days are spent in wondering who you are.'
She laughed. 'You must have a care, or you'll be typical,' she warned him.
'I never said I wasn't human,' he called after her, as she cantered away.
VIII.
The next day still (the fifteenth), 'Haven't I heard you lived at Saint-Graal when you were a child?' she asked.