Harry was far from suspecting the state of mind in which Lopez was—how full of love and jealousy and suspicion; how at that very moment he was eager to penetrate into the secret of Katie's heart. In fact, Harry suspected nothing at all, and so was not at all on his guard, but blurted out all his feelings.
"Captain Lopez," he began, "did you see a young English lady here last night—a Miss Westlotorn?"
"Yes," said Lopez.
"Did you? Is she—Did—Is—is—is she in—in the castle?" stammered Harry, in distress and deep agitation.
There was not one expression on Harry's face nor one tremor in his faltering voice that was not instantly marked by Lopez. There seemed in this to be some clue to the mystery.
"She is in the castle," said Lopez.
"Where—when—where?" said Harry, excitedly. "I've been looking for her everywhere. I've gone over the whole castle. I hope she isn't hurt! Is she safe? Did she fall into the hands of the soldiers?"
"She fell into my hands," said Lopez, bluntly.
Harry fastened on him a look of devouring anxiety.
"Did you—Is she—What did—When—that is—is she safe?"