A court lady, followed by a duenna and a serving-woman, stopped with a winning smile, and dropped a low courtesy to Don John, who lifted his cap, bowed, and went on.

They did not look at Dolores.

A man in a green cloth apron and loose slippers, carrying five lighted lamps in a greasy iron tray, passed with perfect indifference, and without paying the least attention to the victor of Granada.

It was his business to carry lamps in that part of the palace--he was not a human being, but a lamplighter.

They went on, down a short flight of broad steps, and then through a wider corridor where the lights were better, though the night breeze was blowing in and made them flicker and flare.
A corporal's guard of the household halberdiers came swinging down at a marching step, coming from the terrace beyond.