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gestible, but never mind—and we’ll climb into the tower and watch the sun setting.”

“May we? It sounds rather like a dream.”

“Yes, we may, because the castle is ruined. No one bothers about it now. I didn’t bother about it when I saw it, but now that I know you I remember all sorts of beautiful things that didn’t seem to matter at the time.”

“That’s one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” said Pamela, and she raised herself gently, kissed both his eyes, and lay back against his arm again.

“Very well. We’ll find that ruined castle in Spain, ma bien-aimée, and we’ll enter in and possess it. If anyone makes a fuss, I daresay we can possess it. What fun it is to have money!”

“Yes—I suppose it is. Tony, do you remember saying to me once that money was the best thing in the world?”

“No, did I? What a young fool I was!”

Pamela laughed irrepressibly. “You aren’t so dreadfully old, dear! Even now.”

“Now I have no age at all.”

“Yes, isn’t that true? Neither have I. There aren’t any boundaries. . . . Let’s make plans. How soon can we go to Spain? And where do we start from? And what do we take?”

“You’ll want a maid, I suppose.”

“Why?”

“Well—you’d be more comfortable.”

“What luxurious ideas you have! I can manage beautifully without a maid—I’ll do my own hair—I can quite well now—and wear things that fasten in front, so you won’t have much work, Tony! Do you want a man, by the way?”

“What cheek! To dress me and look after my clothes? Of course I do. Pamela, can you see me with a valet? I’ll do a lot for you, but I won’t take one to Spain. Very well, we go alone, and take a horse each and two pack-