“You are quite certain that I will not get you into trouble?” Paul asked.
“We should be very unlucky if anyone sees us,” Atalanta answered. “No one will know that we have even been in The Castle if we are careful.”
“Then where shall I meet you?” he asked.
“Here, at half after eight,” Atalanta answered. “At home we dine early and I often slip out to see to the animals. If I tell Mama later that I have been to see Cicely, she will not be surprised.”
“Very well,” Paul said, “and thank you, Atalanta, for trusting me.”
“Trusting you?” she asked in surprise.
“To be alone with you in the darkness,” he answered. “I hope it is a privilege that you don’t accord to many men.”
“But of course not,” she answered. “No one has ever been to The Castle with me before.”
“Again I am the first,” Paul s
