We would journey to Peronne, seek Castleman's house, pay court to Antoinette--I prayed she might not be too pretty--and--you can easily find your way over the rest of my castle.
Within a fortnight Max and I had recovered entirely from our wounds, and were abroad each day in the growing warmth of the sunshine.

We did not often speak of Castleman, but we waited, each day wishing for his speedy advent.
At last, one beautiful evening early in May, he arrived.

Max and I were sitting at our window watching the river, when the little company rode up to the door of the merchant's shop.

With Castleman were two young women hardly more than girls.

One of them was a pink and white young beauty, rather tall and somewhat stout.