"But the arrest, my lord?" I interposed. "I am burning with impatience." "This may be in some way connected with it. We are convinced that Quesada was wrongfully withholding from his two relations property which was theirs by right, and it will be restored to Senorita Castelar, of course, if this matter is satisfactorily arranged." "But the arrest, my lord?" I cried for the third time. "Other matters are nothing compared with this." "And unfortunately I can tell you nothing about it. I cannot think it is of any serious importance, however." "But she has been arrested," I urged, insistently. "Such a drastic step must mean something—even in Spain." "You are severe upon our methods, senor. I wish I could give you a more satisfying answer." And he threw up his hands and smiled. "To whom can I go for information?" I asked, rising. "I believe the step has been taken at the instance of the Palace; but it cannot be serious, as I say, for we have definitely settled upon the amnesty for all but a very few of the Carlists—where, for instance, it is clear that robbery rather than politics was the motive." "This does not satisfy me," I said, ungraciously; for the mention of exceptions made me uneasy. "I can understand that it should not; but if I may offer a word of advice, I would counsel patience. All will come right, I hope and think. Have you not received a summons to the Palace to-day?" "Yes. Shall I learn the truth there?" I said bluntly. "I hope will have no difficulty in learning the truth anywhere in Spain, Lord Glisfoyle," he answered; and the rebuke was none the less telling because of the quiet, courteous tone in which it was administered. "I beg your pardon, my lord. In my great anxiety I spoke in haste." "I am sure of that. At the Palace I am convinced you will at least get an explanation;" and he smiled. There was clearly nothing more to be gleaned from him, and in this condition of anxious unrest I went to the Palace. I was ushered not into any of the public chambers, but into one of the private apartments of the Royal Family, and left there alone, much exercised in mind on account of the strange step which had been taken. Presently the young King came to me, and I was at once struck by his strange manner and the strange expression on his face. He appeared to be very glad to see me, and yet his manner was unquestionably marked by restraint. At first he came gladly and quickly towards me with outstretched hands, as he had before, but checked himself, gave me his hand to kiss, and then searched my face with precocious shrewdness, mingled, as it seemed, with intentionally suppressed friendliness and a dash of furtive concern. When he spoke it was with a gravity far beyond his years, and without any of his spontaneous boyish frankness. "I have desired to see you alone, my lord. The Duke of Novarro will have told you of the decision in regard to the amnesty?"