Guindulman remained as a bright spot in his memory; his little nut of a face transformed under the glow of reminiscences.
He and his mother and his sister had all been scattered in the raid of a band of Moros, and he had never seen either of them again.
A recollection seized on Julie. “What was your sister’s name?”
“Nemecia Victoria—she was a child.”
“Oh!” Delphine joyously put in, “she is there now—a pretty lady; and very rich—with so many friends!”
Julie gave Delphine an arresting look.
The dwarf trembled a little. “My sister is alive!—and well off!” he murmured.
“Yes,” Julie replied. To her relief, he did not ask any more questions.
“Will you then go back to her?”
The dwarf turned away. “What is to be, will be. I have been everywhere with my mistress—even to England. I will not leave—” he muttered to himself.