"Of course, partner.

We will have a castle right at the top of the world, shall we?
There will be mountain gorges and great torrents, and ferns and rhododendrons everywhere.
And a little further still, a great lake like an inland sea with sandy shores and very calm water with the blue sky or the stars always in it." "And what will the castle be like ?" he said.
Sylvia's eyes were on the far hills as they rode.

"The castle ?" she said.

"Oh, the castle will be of grey granite--the sparkling sort, very cool inside, with fountains playing everywhere; spacious rooms of course, and very lofty--always lots of air and no dust." "Shall I be allowed to smoke a pipe in them ?" asked Burke.
"You will do exactly what you like all day long," she told him generously.
"So long as I don't get in your way," he suggested.
She laughed a little.

"Oh, we shall be too happy for that.
Besides, you can have a farm or two to look after.