The count is one of the gentlemen who act as guardians to the Prince of Navarre, whom I have also the honour of knowing.
"And now, what are your wishes?
It is not too late even now, should you desire it, for me to take you back to the chateau." "I should be defenceless there, sir," she said.

"There are but a score of men-at-arms and, though formerly a place of some strength, it could not be defended now.

See, sir, it is too late already." Philip looked round, and saw a bright light suddenly rising from the clump of trees on which the chateau stood.

He gave an exclamation of anger.
"It cannot be helped," she said quietly.

"It is but a small place.
It was part of my mother's dower.