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."

"Our host is a magician!" cried Lady Fermanagh.

"You certainly seem to be something of a magician, Don Carlos, and your
castle is something like Aladdin's cave," Myra remarked to her host as
she was dancing with him later in the evening in the great hall.

"Myra, darling, have I found the magic to make your heart respond to
the call of love?" asked Don Carlos in a low voice. "My castle lacks
nothing save a mistress, and all my heart is craving for you, its ideal
mate. I love you, love you, love you, mia cara, with all the strength
and passion of my being. Confess that you love me, darling, and say
you will be mine."