"She is safe," said Lopez.
Harry drew a long breath.
"You see," said he, with a little more composure, "I have felt anxious about her. I have been worried, you know, and I have felt anxious about her—in fact, you know, I have felt anxious about her."
"She is kept out of the way just now," said Lopez, "on account of the riot in the castle and the dread we have of an attack. I don't care about letting the men know she is here."
Harry drew a breath of relief.
"I'm glad," he said.
Another sigh followed. Then he looked wistfully at Lopez.
"Would it be too much to ask—if I were to ask—if you would present me—to—to pay my respects to her, as an old friend?"
"Impossible, señor," said Lopez. "She is with the women; you couldn't visit her. You will be able to pay your respects to her after she reaches Vittoria, or some other place of safety. Until then it is impossible. As for yourself, I hope you are comfortable; and whenever you wish to go you may go."
Harry sighed, and stood as one in a dream.