He only said, "You forget that we all sleep at the top of our old castle.

There is no knocker to the door, and no bell that rings upstairs.

Come to the summer-house.

In an hour or two more we shall see the sun rise." She took his arm in silence.

They reached the French Garden without another word having passed between them.
The summer-house had been designed, in harmony with the French taste of the last century, from a classical model.