Lord Marshmoreton tore himself away from the bird. "Why, when I was at Oxford in the year '87," he said chattily, "I fancied myself in love with the female assistant at a tobacconist shop. Desperately in love, dammit. Wanted to marry her. I recollect my poor father took me away from Oxford and kept me here at Belpher under lock and key. Lock and key, dammit. I was deucedly upset at the time, I remember." His mind wandered off into the glorious past. "I wonder what that girl's name was. Odd one can't remember names. She had chestnut hair and a mole on the side of her chin. I used to kiss it, I recollect--" Lady Caroline, usually such an advocate of her brother's researches into the family history, cut the reminiscences short. "Never mind that now." "I don't. I got over it. That's the moral." "Well," said Lady Caroline, "at any rate poor father acted with great good sense on that occasion. There seems nothing to do but to treat Maud in just the same way. You shall not stir a step from the castle till you have got over this dreadful infatuation. You will be watched." "I shall watch you," said Lord Belpher solemnly, "I shall watch your every movement." A dreamy look came into Maud's brown eyes. "Stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage," she said softly. "That wasn't your experience, Percy, my boy," said Lord Marshmoreton. "They make a very good imitation," said Lady Caroline coldly, ignoring the interruption. Maud faced her defiantly. She looked like a princess in captivity facing her gaolers. "I don't care. I love him, and I always shall love him, and nothing is ever going to stop me loving him--because I love him," she concluded a little lamely. "Nonsense," said Lady Caroline. "In a year from now you will have forgotten his name. Don't you agree with me, Percy?" "Quite," said Lord Belpher.