He had helped each of them to climb about among the ruins, and had taken them both up the steep, dark stairway of one of the towers, and stood with them looking over the turrets into the courtyard and the moat.

He knew the history of the castle and could point out the banquet-hall and the chapel and the serving-places, and knew legends about the dungeons.
"He gives us all a turn, mother," said Miss Cora Brooke.

"He even gave a turn yesterday to poor Emily Fox-Seton.

He's rather nice." There was a great deal of laughter at lunch after their return.

Miss Cora Brooke was quite brilliant in her gay little sallies.