ing in this way, with frequent pauses, "His Majesty" succeeded in
expressing his feelings, which had at first seemed quite too strong for
utterance.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who had been inspecting the interior had found
convenient places for fixing the torches, which now flared up, throwing a
bright light around, and filling the tower with smoke.

During all this time the prisoners had been agitated by various feelings.
Harry and Ashby saw in "His Majesty" a remorseless brigand, whose only
idea was plunder, and who would now hold them to ransom as before. They
despaired of escape. This new capture seemed far worse than the former
one, yet each one thought less of himself than of that dear one whom he
had tried to save. Thus Harry clung to Katie, and Ashby clung to Dolores,
more closely than ever. Brooke and Talbot, on the contrary, had less fear,
yet they had anxiety. Brooke recognized in "His Majesty" the unscrupulous
Carlist whom he had visited, and was somewhat uneasy about a recognition;
while Talbot, seeing his uneasiness, felt something like fear herself.

Yet, in the midst of all this, they all alike made one discovery. It was
this: each one saw that his or her old love had become strangely
indifferent.

Harry saw that Talbot was clinging to that strange man whom he had never
seen before, but who now, as he thought, seemed uncommonly sweet on her.

Brooke saw that Dolores was clinging for support to another strange man.
She had evidently no thought for him.

Ashby saw at once that Katie thought of no one but Harry Rivers.

Talbot saw that Harry was devoted to that lady whom he was so assiduously
supporting and consoling. She was utterly amazed at the discovery, yet
inexpressibly glad.

Dolores, in her delight, saw that Brooke took no notice of herself, but
devoted himself to the lady with him, and in such a fervent manner that
she understood it all without being told.

Katie also saw that Ashby had forgotten all about her, and thought of
nothing but Dolores.

And at this discovery, which flashed almost simultaneously upon them, each
one felt the most inexpressible joy. At the same time the whole truth came
upon them. Each one, instead of pursuing the other, had been trying to
fly. Each lover had found a new and more congenial friend, and with this
dear friend had left the castle. Each one felt equally guilty, yet equally
glad; but then as to guilt, there was Brooke, who didn't feel guilty at
all--oh,