"It is the sword-stick I sent papa for the New Year.

You ordered it yourself from Toledo.

See, here is the crest.

Where did you get it?
Do not mystify me.

Tell me quickly--is he here?
Has he come home ?" In her eagerness she laid her hands on his dusty riding coat and looked up into his face.
"No, my child, no," answered Sarrion, stroking her hair, with a tenderness unusual enough to be remembered afterwards.