ssion of sunlight and Spring."

"Mine is decorated in Japanese style," chimed in Tony. "There are some
priceless lacquers on the walls, some exquisite old Japanese prints,
and some of the fittings of the dressing-table are of old jade.
Actually, I believe Don Carlos must have had the place specially fitted
up for me, knowing how keen I am on Japanese things."

Congratulations were showered on Don Carlos, who shrugged his shoulders
and smilingly tried to make light of the whole matter.

"One must have comforts even in the wilds," he said. "I had the whole
place modernised inside as far as possible, without altering its grim
exterior, and it amused me to plan the furnishings and colour schemes
to suit the tastes of the guests I might be likely to have the honour
of entertaining."

A gong sounded, and the magnificent major-domo appeared to announce
that dinner was served, and to lead the guests to the dining-table, the
very sight of which evoked rapturous expressions of admiration.

The table was of highly-polished black mahogany, and instead of a
fillet of lace there was a slab of pure crystal at every place set for
a guest. All the appointments of the table were of crystal and silver,
and in its centre there was a great crystal bowl filled with Spring
flowers. The effect was strikingly artistic and wholly delightful.
The overhead lights reflected the table appointments and the flowers in
the surface of the table itself, much in the way that sunlight and
shadow reflect the surrounding trees in a dark pool.

"Don Carlos, you are an artist!" exclaimed Myra, who loved beauty.
"Your castle is full of surprises."

"And who knows, dear lady, that I may not have still more surprises in
store for you," responded Don Carlos, with a cryptic smile. "Remember
that I always keep my promises."

CHAPTER XI

After what they had seen, it came as no great surprise to the guests of
Don Carlos to find themselves served with a dinner which would have
done credit to the Ritz or the Savoy, and with rare wines of the
choicest vintages.

"Would you care to dance after dinner, or merely to listen to a
wireless programme?" their host inquired during the meal. "Concealed
in the big antique cabinet in the hall there is a powerful wireless set
with which I can pick up any European station, and possibly you noticed
that the floor of the hall is really a spring dance-floor, stained to
make it seem as ancient as the panelling."