t that sort of thing. We've dreamed love's young
dream, you and I, haven't we? and so we'll let this pass. As for
Katie, I'm afraid she must, in her short experience, from all
appearances, have dreamed a great many of love's young dreams; but
never among all her dreams or waking thoughts had she known a sadder
or more sorrowful hour than the present. Even her soul--volatile,
buoyant, and lively--found it impossible for a time to rally. She sat
with clasped hands and bowed head, looking care-worn, dejected, and
utterly miserable; and it was in this state of mind that Lopez found
her on the following morning.

He felt again disappointed (in fact, Lopez was apparently always
feeling disappointed), though why he should feel so is somewhat
singular, since Katie would have been more than human, or less, if
she had shown a joyous face in such a situation.

Lopez gave a sigh by way of salutation. Katie did not look up, but
knew perfectly well who it was and what he wanted.

"I hope you have found this room more comfortable than the last," he
began at length, after the usual salutation.

"I'm sure I don't see what comfort one can expect in such a place as
this," was the reply.

"I'm sorry that I haven't anything better to offer," said Lopez;
"anything that is in my power to grant I will do for you."

"Those are merely idle words," said Katie. "There is one thing, and
one only, that I wish, and that you can give: that one thing you have
no right to keep from me, and yet it is useless to ask you for it."

"Useless--oh, do not say that! Tell me what it is."

"My freedom," said Katie, earnestly.

"Freedom!" said Lopez; "why, you are free--free as a bird!"

"Yes, as a bird in a cage," was the bitter reply.

"Ladies must always be under some restraint," said Lopez: "otherwise
you are perfectly free."

"This, sir," said Katie, hotly, "I consider insult; it is nothing
less than mockery at my distress. Is it freedom to be locked up in a
cell and cut off from all my friends?"

Lopez gave a gasp. He was anxious to please Katie, yet this was a
bad, a very bad beginning.

"Why," said he, "where can you go?"

"You will not even let me go about the castle," said Katie. "If you
barred your gates, and let me move about inside, even then it would
be imprisonment; but you lock me in this cell, and then you come to
mock me."

"Great Heaven!" said Lopez. "Oh, senorita! won't you understand? Let
me explain. This castle is full of