“I am thy father, brother, guardian, anything that love could be to thee, and all that I have is thine, and when thou art with me thou mayest do as thy heart dictates, but when thou shalt cross yonder threshold thou shalt conduct thyself as becomes a daughter and mistress of the castle.  I have beneath my roof guests—­my kinswoman, Lady Constance, whom I have bidden to remain indefinitely, she being so near of kin has been mistress here; but, from the moment thou didst enter the portal of Cedric’s house, ’twas thou became mistress, thou—­thou mistress of my home, and heart as well; thou wilt accept the former mission, and I will fight with all of cupid’s weapons until thou dost accept the latter.  ’Tis a pragmatic duty to follow my words and understand them and demean thyself accordingly.  To-night thou wilt come to the drawing-room at the prandium hour, and ’twill be my pleasure to seat thee at table, and ’twould be best if I acknowledged our espousal.”

“Nay, nay, I will not come then.”

“Thou shalt come if thou art in the castle,” Janet’s scowling face under cover of the high-backed chair stopped his lordship’s impetuosity, “hast a frock, Kate? thou shalt go to the chest and find for thee some bright thing and I will send from Crandlemar a woman to help thee with thy attire.  Angel will come to take thee to see the jewels, and thou shalt have those thou carest to take.  I would see thy choice, Kate.  I can almost guess it now.  So come, Kate, the storm without should insure good cheer within; and with thy bright face the castle will be aglow.  Come, say au revoir, Kate.”  She held out her hand and faltered forth au revoir.  There was the language of the convent in that one word and it rung sweet upon her ear.  He took her hand between his own and bent and kissed it tenderly, “au revoir, au revoir” he said, then turned quickly from her.

Outside stood old flabby-face, as Janet pleased to call her, when alone with Katherine, but designated by the servants as Sophia.

“His Ludship ordered Mistress Penwick’s room changed.”

“Thou dost mean, rather, he advised a change of room; ’twould be difficult to convey the tower chamber elsewhere.”

It was a beautiful room into which Sophia led them and beyond were others belonging to the same suite, all in white and gold, with mirrors and painted walls garlanded with cupids and floral wreaths, and silken curtains at bed and windows; and cushions and beautiful venuses and rare potpourri.  And when they were quite alone Janet strutted up and down the rooms enjoying the fulness of her cup.

“’Tis more than thou dreamed again, eh, Lady Pen wick?  Thou hast fallen heir to a queen’s portion without the ennui of satiety.”

“Truly ’tis a wondrous castle; but Janet can Lord Cedric espouse me because he is my guardian?”

“Nay, child, but he loves thee, and he means to win thee if ’tis possible.  He is young and self-willed and passionful, and he will have his own way.  Dost like him, Lambkin?”