"We were standing on the edge of the lower terrace when you sprang into the saddle.

We were sure you would be killed." "But we were glad you were not," said Ilse.

"We were pleased when we saw you riding the great black horse directly back to the castle.

Do you mean to stay here all the time ?" "Where there is so much beauty and wit I should like to remain," replied John with increasing gallantry, still holding his cap in his hands, "but who can tell where he will be a week hence in times like these ?" Again they laughed and nudged each other.

Ilse had a shrewd and observant mind.
"Your German has a French accent," she said.
"I was born in a land that was once French--Lorraine--so my blood is French by descent, although I am wholly German in loyalty and in feeling.