Quickly now, and remember the name, _Betty!_" The child departed, wondering, by the back way; while Castell and Smith walked towards the strangers.
"Can we assist you, Senora ?" asked the former in Spanish.
"Marchioness of Morella, _if_ you please--" she began in the same language, then suddenly added in English, "Why, bless my eyes! If it isn't my old master, John Castell, with white wool instead of black!" "It came white after my shaving by a sainted barber in the Holy House," said Castell.

"But come off that tall horse of yours, Betty, my dear--I beg your pardon--most noble and highly born Marchioness of Morella, and give me a kiss." "That I will, twenty, if you like," she answered, arriving in his arms so suddenly from on high, that had it not been for the sturdy support of Smith behind, they would both of them have rolled upon the ground.
"Whose are those children ?" she asked, when she had kissed Castell and shaken Smith by the hand.

"But no need to ask, they have got my cousin Margaret's eyes and Peter's long nose.

How are they ?" she added anxiously.
"You will see for yourself in a minute or two.

Come, send on your people and baggage to the Hall, though where they will stow them all I don't know, and walk with us." Betty hesitated, for she had been calculating upon the effect of a triumphal entry in full state.