"It is all closed up; there can't be anybody living there.

It doesn't seem to be in ruins, though.

What is it called ?" "This is Castle Wildenstein," the boy's companion curtly answered, throwing a searching glance at the young Baron.

The latter looked innocently up at the gray towers, remarking that anybody who owned a castle like that would simply be the happiest man in the world.
"He knows nothing about the castle of his ancestors and the whole tragic story.

So much the better," said Uncle Philip to himself.
When the carriage drove up before Mrs.Maxa's door, everything was very quiet there, for the children were still in school.