It seems that the other day this senora was found dead at the foot of the tallest tower of the marquis's palace, though whether she fell from it, or was thrown from it, none know." Peter gasped, and was silent for a while; then asked: "Did you see her dead ?" "No, Senor; others saw her." "And told you to tell me?
Nurse Inez, I do not believe your tale.

If the Dona Margaret, my betrothed, were dead I should know it; but my heart tells me that she is alive." "You have great faith, Senor," said the woman, with a note of admiration in her voice which she could not suppress, but, as he observed, without contradicting him.
"I have faith," he answered.

"Nothing else is left; but so far it has been a good crutch." Peter made no further allusion to the subject, only presently he asked: "Tell me, where am I ?" "In a prison, Senor." "Oh! a prison, with a beautiful woman for jailer, and other beautiful women"-- and he pointed to a fair creature who had brought something into the room--"as servants.

A very fine prison also," and he looked about him at the marbles and arches and lovely carving.
"There are men without the gate, not women," she replied, smiling.
"I daresay; captives can be tied with ropes of silk, can they not?
Well, whose is this prison ?" She shook her head.
"I do not know, Senor.

The Moorish king's perhaps--you yourself have said that I am only the jailer." "Then who pays you ?" "Perhaps I am not paid, Senor; perhaps I work for love," and she glanced at him swiftly, "or hate," and her face changed.
"Not hate of me, I think," said Peter.
"No, Senor, not hate of you.