She almost felt that she would like to put out her hand and touch him to see if he were tangible or a thing of illusion as she led the way to the turret summer-house.
The wall which protected the garden from the sea was very high and this little tower had been in the original fortifications and had been cleverly adapted to its present use.

It was open, with glass which slid back on the southern side, and its great windows looked out over the blue waters and granite rocks on the other.

The little bay curved round so that from there you got a three-quarter view of the chateau.
Sabine put her basket down, and climbing up the wooden step she seated herself upon the high window-seat, her feet dangling while she opened the casement wide.

Michael stood beside her leaning upon the sill--so that she was slightly above him.
"What a glorious view!" he exclaimed; "it is certainly a perfect spot.
Why, it has everything! The sea and its waves to dash up at it--and then this lovely garden for shelter and peace.

What a fortunate young woman you are!" "Yes, am I not ?" "I have an old castle, too--perhaps Henry has told you about it.