It was hitched up with a cord and girdle, with tassels of gold lace and--and--Sir Karl, you are not listening." "I am listening," I replied.

"I am greatly interested.

Her gown--she wore a gown--she wore a gown--" "Yes, of course she wore a gown," laughingly retorted Hymbercourt.

"Your lagging attention is what I deserve, Sir Karl, for trying in my lame fashion to describe a woman's gear to a man who is half priest, half warrior.

I do not wonder that you did not follow me." I had heard him, but there was another question dinning in my ears so loudly that it drowned all other sounds--"Who is Yolanda ?" Yolanda was entering the door of the House under the Wall less than five minutes before I saw the duke pass through the Postern.