She had made it felt, from the first, that there were two sides to the question, and that her own side, when she should choose to present it, would be replete with touching interest.
"It does not remind me of the town, of course," she said, "of the sculptured gables and the Gothic churches, of the wonderful Schloss, with its moat and its clustering towers.

But it has a little look of some other parts of the principality.

One might fancy one's self among those grand old German forests, those legendary mountains; the sort of country one sees from the windows at Shreckenstein." "What is Shreckenstein ?" asked Acton.
"It is a great castle,--the summer residence of the Reigning Prince." "Have you ever lived there ?" "I have stayed there," said the Baroness.

Acton was silent; he looked a while at the uncastled landscape before him.

"It is the first time you have ever asked me about Silberstadt," she said.