“Do you remember,” continued the Count, “an adventure in which I most unselfishly stood your friend when their High Mightinesses were on a visit to your uncle, and were all together in that great, straggling castle?  The day went in festivities and glitter of all sorts; and a part of the night at least in pleasant conversation.”

“And you, in the meantime, had observed the back-way which led to the court ladies’ quarter,” said Edward, “and so managed to effect an interview for me with my beloved.”

“And she,” replied the Count, “thinking more of propriety than of my enjoyment, had kept a frightful old duenna with her.  So that, while you two, between looks and words, got on extremely well together, my lot, in the meanwhile, was far from pleasant.”

“It was only yesterday,” answered Edward, “when we heard that you were coming, that I was talking over the story with my wife and describing our adventure on returning.  We missed the road, and got into the entrance-hall from the garden.  Knowing our way from thence as well as we did, we supposed we could get along easily enough.

“But you remember our surprise on opening the door.  The floor was covered over with mattresses on which the giants lay in rows stretched out and sleeping.  The single sentinel at his post looked wonderingly at us; but we, in the cool way young men do things, strode quietly on over the outstretched boots, without disturbing a single one of the snoring children of Anak.”

“I had the strongest inclination to stumble,” the Count said, “that there might be an alarm given.  What a resurrection we should have witnessed.”

At this moment the castle clock struck twelve.

“It is deep midnight,” the Count added, laughing, “and just the proper time; I must ask you, my dear Edward, to show me a kindness.  Do you guide me tonight, as I guided you then.  I promised the Baroness that I would see her before going to bed.  We have had no opportunity of any private talk together the whole day.  We have not seen each other for a long time, and it is only natural that we should wish for a confidential hour.  If you will show me the way there, I will manage to get back again; and in any case, there will be no boots for me to stumble over.”

“I shall be very glad to show you such a piece of hospitality,” answered Edward; “only the three ladies are together in the same wing.  Who knows whether we shall not find them still with one another, or make some other mistake, which may have a strange appearance?”

“Do not be afraid,” said the Count; “the Baroness expects me.  She is sure by this time to be in her own room, and alone.”

“Well, then, the thing is easy enough,” Edward answered.

He took a candle, and lighted the Count down a private staircase leading into a long gallery.  At the end of this, he opened a small door.  They mounted a winding flight of stairs, which brought them out upon a narrow landing-place; and then, putting the candle in the Count’s hand, he pointed to a tapestried door on the right, which opened readily at the first trial, and admitted the Count, leaving Edward outside in the dark.