From the promptness of his reply I thought that he had wished me to ask concerning his outgoing and incoming.
"I have been to the bridge over the moat, near Castleman's House under the Wall," he answered.
"What did you there ?" I asked, seeing his willingness to be questioned.
"I stood there--I--I--" He paused, laughed, and stammered on.

"I looked at the castle and at the moat, like a silly fool, and--and--" "Castleman's house ?" I suggested, helping him out.
"Y-e-s," he answered hesitatingly, "I could not help seeing it.

It is close by the bridge--not twenty paces distant." "Did you see any one else--except the house ?" I asked.
"No," he returned promptly.

"I did not want to see any one else.

If I had I should have entered the house." "Why, then, did you go to the bridge ?" I queried.
"I cannot answer that question even to myself," he replied.