"I understand," said John. "I wonder that the sister of the man who owns this Castle never comes here to see how fine it is."
"She has been here quite recently," said Maria Dolores. "She has been here visiting her foster-mother, who lives in the pavilion beyond the clock. She came to make a sort of retreat—to think something over."
"Yes—?" questioned he.
"Her brother is very anxious to marry her off. He is anxious that she should marry her second cousin, the Prince of Zelt-Zelt. She came here to make up her mind."
"Has she made it up?" he asked.
"I am not sure," said she.
"Yet you seem to be deep in her confidence," said he.
"Yes—but she is not quite sure herself."
"Oh—?" said John.
"She is one of those foolish women who dream of marriage as a high romance."