"That's cheap enough, considering the view," said Mrs. Thayne,
smiling.

Fascinated by the picturesque old castle, Win wandered off by
himself, deciphering the inscriptions placed on the many doors.
There is no guard in the guard-room, no stores are kept in the
storeroom, and the chapel never hears a sermon save those preached
by its own stones to those who have ears to hear. But the sunlight
falling on the green platforms, the pigeons cooing on the walls,
the blue sea stretching to the shining cliffs of France, the
glamour of old-world romance struck impressionable Win. Dreamily
he recalled that whether Caesar built the tower or not, no
reasonable doubt exists that Orgueil was occupied if not built by
the mighty Prince Rollo, grandfather of William the Conqueror.
Over the main entrance to the castle-keep his coat of arms
survives the centuries. For centuries to come, Orgueil will remain
gathering more legendary charm as the slow years pass.

Win shook off the feeling of awe gently creeping over him and
joined the others, investigating a tiny cell where Prynne the
Puritan leader was confined for three years. Roger was immensely
impressed by the ruins of a secret staircase, connecting a dungeon
where the criminals were executed, with the keep and sally-port.

"There's a many secret stairs in the old Jersey houses,"
volunteered their guide, noticing his interest.

"Where can we see them?" demanded Roger at once, but this their
small informer could not tell.