e had sought out Lopez.

He looked pale and agitated. Lopez, preoccupied though he was, could not
help noticing this, and he thought that Harry must be suffering from
anxiety about his friend Ashby. This, however, he immediately found, from
Harry's first question, to be a great mistake.

Harry was far from suspecting the state of mind in which Lopez was--how
full of love and jealousy and suspicion; how at that very moment he was
eager to penetrate into the secret of Katie's heart. In fact, Harry
suspected nothing at all, and so was not at all on his guard, but blurted
out all his feelings.

"Captain Lopez," he began, "did you see a young English lady here last
night--a Miss Westlotorn?"

"Yes," said Lopez.

"Did you? Is she--Did--Is--is--is she in--in the castle?" stammered
Harry, in distress and deep agitation.

There was not one expression on Harry's face nor one tremor in his
faltering voice that was not instantly marked by Lopez. There seemed in
this to be some clue to the mystery.

"She is in the castle," said Lopez.

"Where--when--where?" said Harry, excitedly. "I've been looking for her
everywhere. I've gone over the whole castle. I hope she isn't hurt! Is
she safe? Did she fall into the hands of the soldiers?"

"She fell into my hands," said Lopez, bluntly.

Harry fastened on him a look of devouring anxiety.

"Did you--Is she--What did--When--that is--is she safe?"

"She is safe," said Lopez.

Harry drew a long breath.

"You see," said he, with a little more composure, "I have felt anxious
about her. I have been worried, you know, and I have felt anxious about
her--in fact, you know, I have felt anxious about her."

"She is kept out of the way just now," said Lopez, "on account of the
riot in the castle and the dread we have of an attack. I don't care about
letting the men know she is here."

Harry drew a breath of relief.

"I'm glad," he said.

Another sigh followed. Then he looked wistfully at Lopez.

"Would it be too much to ask--if I were to ask--if you would present
me--to--to pay my respects to her, as an old friend?"

"Impossible, senor," said Lopez. "She is with the women; you couldn't
visit her. You will be able to pay your respects to her after she reaches
Vittoria, or some other place of safety. Until then it is impossible. As
for yourself, I hope you are comfortable; and whenever you wish to go you
may go."

Harry sighed, and stood as one in a dream.

"I think," said he,