We donned our mail shirts, expecting trouble, and took turn and turn watching and sleeping.

Next day we hired two stalwart Irish squires and armed them cap-a-pie.

We meant to give our Italian friends a hot welcome if they attacked us, though we had, in truth, little fear of an open assault.

We dreaded more a dagger thrust in the back, or trouble from court through the machinations of Campo-Basso.
The next morning Max sent one of our Irishmen to Castleman's house with a verbal message to Fraeulein Castleman.

When the messenger returned, he replied to my question:-- "I was shown into a little room where three ladies sat.