'Yes, Maia,' he said; 'I never could have imagined it. Fancy, only fancy, if they were all lighted up!'
Maia smiled.
'I don't think even the fairies themselves could do that,' she answered.
But here their soft-voiced talking was interrupted. Two attendants, an elderly man and a young, rosy-faced woman, whose eyes, notwithstanding her healthy and hearty appearance, bore traces of tears, had got down from their seat behind the carriage.
'Master Rollo,'—'My little lady,' they said, speaking together; 'yonder is the castle. The coachman has just shown it to us. This is the first sight of it.'
'The white walls one sees gleaming through the trees,' said the girl, pointing as she spoke. 'Marc cannot see it as plainly as I.'
'My eyes are not what they were,' said the old servant apologetically.
'I see it,'—'and so do I,' exclaimed Rollo and Maia. 'Shall we soon be there?'
'Still an hour,' replied Marc; 'the road winds about, he says.'
'And already we have been so many, many hours,' said Nanni, the maid, in doleful accents.