“Ask me for the castle!” he said passionately, following her.
“I will first see the castle,” she said, still going, her face turned from him.
“Will you go to-morrow to see it? Elena will accompany us.”
“If you ask me, I will go.”
They had reached the circle, and some men were there on their way to the upper gardens. In the town they were alone again, and Dylar sketched their programme for the next day.
“You and Elena will talk it over,” he said. “And if you wish any change made, send me word this evening.”
They parted at the door, and Tacita went upstairs feeling as though she floated in the air.
CHAPTER XV.
The sun was not yet in the town. Its beams had scarcely reached the Basilica in their progress down the western mountains when the two ladies mounted their donkeys at the Arcade to go to Castle Dylar. The master of the castle was to meet them on the mountain path above the college.
They found him waiting for them; and as they went up an easy serpentine road, and over bridges binding cliff to cliff, Dylar pointed out hills and streams where the small flocks and herds of San Salvador were kept.