"I wonder where she is," he said, "and what sort of a life she is leading her prince." Roderick at first made no response.

He was watching a figure on the summit of some distant rocks, opposite to them.

The figure was apparently descending into the valley, and in relief against the crimson screen of the western sky, it looked gigantic.

"Christina Light ?" Roderick at last repeated, as if arousing himself from a reverie.

"Where she is?
It 's extraordinary how little I care!" "Have you, then, completely got over it ?" To this Roderick made no direct reply; he sat brooding a while.