Some little island near Minorca, I believe.

They say that Mr.Weatherley was wrecked there and Sabatini locked him up in a dungeon and refused to let him go until he promised to marry his sister." "There are a good many men in the world, I should think," Arnold murmured, "who would like to be locked up on similar conditions." She looked at him with a queer little smile.
"I suppose it is inevitable," she declared.

"You will have to go through it, too.

She certainly is one of the loveliest women I ever saw.

I suppose you are already convinced that she is entirely adorable ?" "She has been very kind to me," Arnold replied.
"She would be," Lady Blennington remarked, dryly.