“You croaking fellow!” cried Thorpe. “We shall be able to do ten times more. Kingsweston! Aye, and Blaise Castle too, and anything else we can hear of; but here is your sister says she will not go.”

“Blaise Castle!” cried Catherine. “What is that?”

“The finest place in England⁠—worth going fifty miles at any time to see.”

“What, is it really a castle, an old castle?”

“The oldest in the kingdom.”

“But is it like what one reads of?”

“Exactly⁠—the very same.”

“But now really⁠—are there towers and long galleries?”

“By dozens.”

“Then I should like to see it; but I cannot⁠—I cannot go.”