Yet I will not copy her.

I have been no saint.

Now I would become one, for Margaret's sake.
I will be true to your daughter, Senor.

What say you now ?" Castell only shook his head.
"Listen," went on d'Aguilar.

"I am more than I seem to be; she who weds me will not lack for rank and titles." "Yes, you are the Marquis de Morella, the reputed son of Prince Carlos of Viana by a Moorish mother, and therefore nephew to his Majesty of Spain." D'Aguilar looked at him, then bowed and said: "Your information is good--as good as mine, almost.