Her father, Castell, escaped from the place where he was put, and is in hiding among his friends, the Jews, where even Morella cannot find him; indeed, he believes him fled from the city.

But he is not fled, and, having much gold, has opened a door between himself and his daughter." Here she stopped to return the embrace with much warmth.

Then they passed under some trees, and came to the marble baths where the sultanas were supposed to have bathed in summer, for this place had been one of the palaces of the Kings of Granada before they lived in the Alhambra.
Here Inez sat down upon a seat and loosened some garment about her throat, for the evening was very hot.
"What are you doing ?" Peter asked doubtfully, for he was filled with many fears.
"Cooling myself," she answered; "your arm was warm, and we may sit here for a few minutes." "Well, go on with your tale," he said.
"I have little more to say, friend, except that if you wish to send any message, I might perhaps be able to take it." "You are an angel," he exclaimed.
"That is another word for messenger, is it not?
Continue." "Tell her--that if she hears anything of all this business, it isn't true." "On that point she may form her own opinion," replied Inez demurely.

"If I were in her place I know what mine would be.

Don't waste time; we must soon begin to walk again." Peter stared at her, for he could understand nothing of all this play.
Apparently she read his look, for she answered it in a quiet, serious voice: "You are wondering what everything means, and why I am doing what I do.
I will tell you, Senor, and you can believe me or not as you like.
Perhaps you think that I am in love with you.