Bearding the Spaniards--what did he mean by that?
He shut his eyes and saw a picture: A Moorish castle, men firing from the battlements under a blazing sun, a multitude of troops before a tall splendid-looking man, in armour chased with gold and silver, and fine ribbons flying.

A woman was lifted upon the battlements.

He saw the gold of her necklace shake on her flesh like sunlight on little waves.

He heard a cry: At that moment some one said behind him: "You have your father's romantic manner." He quietly put down the book, and met the other's eyes with a steady directness.
"Your memory is good, sir." "Less than thirty years--h'm, not so very long!" "Looking back--no.

You are my father's brother, Ian Belward ?" "Your uncle Ian." There was a kind of quizzical loftiness in Ian Belward's manner.
"Well, Uncle Ian, my father asked me to say that he hoped you would get as much out of life as he had, and that you would leave it as honest." "Thank you.