Looking at it, Inez saw at once that so far as the circumstances of climate and situation would allow, Peter, in the laying out of this place, had copied another in the far-off, southern city of Granada, even down to the details of the steps and seats.

She turned to him and said innocently: "Sir Peter, are you minded to walk with me in that garden this pleasant evening?
I do not see any window in yonder tower." Peter turned red as the scar across his face, and laughed as he answered: "There may be one for all that.

Get you into the house, dear Inez, for none can be more welcome there; but I walk no more alone with you in gardens." THE END.