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"You all seem to know each other," she said sharply. "I knew that Fitz had been of some service to you at D'Erraha; but I was not aware that you knew the Count de Lloseta." "The Count de Lloseta was very kind to me at Barcelona on a matter of business," explained Eve innocently. Mrs.
While the light failed over the land two men were riding through it as fast as horse could lay hoof to the ground. They were on the small road running from the Soller highway up to the Val d'Erraha, and he who led the way seemed to know every inch of it. This was Henry FitzHenry, and his companion, ill at ease in a Spanish saddle, was the doctor of Her Majesty's gunboat Kittiwake.
In the centre of the open patio stands the Moorish well, surrounded, overhung by orange trees. This house could resist a siege indeed, it was built for that purpose; for the Moorish pirates made raids on the island almost within the memory of living persons. Such is the Casa d'Erraha the House of Repose.
"Then," she said, "the Casa d'Erraha never belonged to my father?" "Never" with a grave bow. "And I have nothing nothing at all! I am penniless?" The lawyer looked from her to Fitz, who was standing beside her listening to the conversation, but not offering to take part in it. "Unless your excellency has private means in England, perhaps." "I do not know I know nothing.
And after all Fitz only spoke the truth; but it was a madness to which we are all subject. There is no statute so sublime As Love's in all the world; and e'en to kiss The pedestal is still a better bliss Than all ambitions. Three years later Eve was sitting on the terrace of the Casa d'Erraha.
The Venta of the Moor's Mill stands, as many know, at the northern end of the Val D'Erraha, looking down upon the broader valley, through which runs the high road from Palma to Valdemosa. The city of Palma, itself, is only a few miles away, for such as know the mountain path. Few customers come this way, and the actual trade of the Venta is small.
But with the unwritten history of Majorca we have little to do, and we have much with the Casa d'Erraha and the owner thereof a plain Englishman of the name of Challoner the last of his line, the third of his race, to own the Casa d'Erraha. Edward Challoner lay on his bed in the large room overlooking the valley and the distant sea.
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