The driver rushed to Enron's door and tried to knock, but he held back.

If he interrupts Castillin now, I'm afraid the latter will kick him down directly from upstairs in a fit of anger.

The driver squatted for hours at the door of the room until the fish belly was white in the east, and Castillin came out in neat clothes and hats.

"Master and Master." At last, the driver's nervous heart was relieved. If Castillin stayed in it for a few more hours, the driver did not know whether he would die anxiously.

Enron was wearing a nightdress, following Castiline, with tears in her big eyes.

"This is...