Tomorrow we will walk here again; but be not afraid, then there will be no more need for love-making." Margaret sat by the open window-place of her beautiful chamber in Morella's palace.

She was splendidly arrayed in a rich, Spanish dress, whereof the collar was stiff with pearls, she who must wear what it pleased her captor to give her.

Her long tresses, fastened with a jewelled band, flowed down about her shoulders, and, her hand resting on her knee, from her high tower prison she gazed out across the valley at the dim and mighty mass of the Alhambra and the ten thousand lights of Granada which sparkled far below.

Near to her, seated beneath a silver hanging-lamp, and also clad in rich array, was Betty.
"What is it, Cousin ?" asked the girl, looking at her anxiously.

"At least you should be happier than you were, for now you know that Peter is not dead, but almost recovered from his sickness and in this very palace; also, that your father is well and hidden away, plotting for our escape.