I obeyed her directions, and followed her up the stair. We passed the door of a room over the armoury, and ascended still, to creep out at last through a very low door on to the leads of the little square tower. Here we could on the one side look into every corner of the paved court, and on the other, across the roof of the hall, could see about half of the high court, as they called it, into which the carriages drove; and from this post of vantage, we watched the arrival of a good many parties. I thought the ladies tripping across the paved court, with their gay dresses lighting up the Spring twilight, and their sweet voices rippling its almost pensive silence, suited the time and the place much better than the carriages dashing into the other court, fine as they looked with their well-kept horses and their servants in gay liveries. The sun was down, and the moon was rising--near the full, but there was too much light in the sky to let her make much of herself yet. It was one of those Spring evenings which you could not tell from an Autumn one except for a certain something in the air appealing to an undefined sense--rather that of smell than any other. There were green buds and not withering leaves in it--life and not death; and the voices of the gathering guests were of the season, and pleasant to the soul. Of course Nature did not then affect me so definitely as to make me give forms of thought to her influences. It is now first that I turn them into shapes and words. As we stood, I discovered that I had been a little mistaken about the position of the Hall. I saw that, although from some points in front it seemed to stand on an isolated rock, the ground rose behind it, terrace upon terrace, the uppermost of which terraces were crowned with rows of trees. Over them, the moon was now gathering her strength. ‘It is rather cold; I think we had better go in,’ said Clara, after we had remained there for some minutes without seeing any fresh arrivals. ‘Very well,’ I answered. ‘What shall we do? Shall you go home?’ ‘No, certainly not. We must see a good deal more of the fun first.’ ‘How will you manage that? You will go to the ball-room, I suppose. You can go where you please, of course.’ ‘Oh no! I’m not grand enough to be invited. Oh, dear no! At least I am not old enough.’ ‘But you will be some day.’ ‘I don’t know. Perhaps. We’ll see. Meantime we must make the best of it. What are _you_ going to do?’ ‘I shall go back to the library.’ ‘Then I’ll go with you--till the music begins; and then I’ll take you where you can see a little of the dancing. It’s great fun.’ ‘But how will you manage that?’ ‘You leave that to me.’ We descended at once to the armoury, where I had left my candle; and thence we returned to the library. ‘Would you like me to read to you?’ I asked. ‘I don’t mind--if it’s anything worth hearing.’ ‘Well, I’ll read you a bit of the book I was reading when you came in.’