I have a house there which my mother left me.

She loved the town, and bought an old palace from the Moors.

Would you not like to see Granada, Senora ?" he asked, turning to Margaret as though to change the subject.

"There is a wonderful building there called the Alhambra; it overlooks my house." "My daughter is never likely to see it," broke in Castell; "I do not purpose that she should visit Spain." "Ah! you do not purpose; but who knows?
God and His saints alone," and again he crossed himself, then fell to describing the beauties of Granada.
He was a fine and ready talker, and his voice was very pleasant, so Margaret listened attentively enough, watching his face, and forgetting to eat, while her father and Peter watched them both.

At length the meal came to an end, and when the serving-men had cleared away the dishes, and they were alone, Castell said: "Now, kinsman Peter, tell me your story." So Peter told him, in few words, yet omitting nothing.
"I find no blame in you," said the merchant when he had done, "nor do I see how you could have acted otherwise than you did.