"You will let me stay with you a little while, will you not?" She spoke in a quiet tone, with an air somewhat commanding. It imposed upon nervous little Mrs. Lester. But she made a faint struggle. "Perhaps you would rather go home," she said. "I have no home now," said Isabella; "some time I may recover it; but my throne has been usurped." Mrs. Lester looked round in alarm, to see if the Doctor were near. "Perhaps you had better come in to breakfast," she suggested. She was glad to place the Doctor between herself and their new guest. Celia Lester, the only daughter, came down stairs. She had heard that her father had picked up a lost girl in the road. As she came down in her clean morning dress, she expected to have to hold her skirts away from some little squalid object of charity. She started when she saw the elegant-looking young girl who sat at the table. There was something in her air and manner that seemed to make the breakfast equipage, and the furniture of the room about her, look a little mean and poor. Yet the Doctor was very well off, and Mrs. Lester fancied she had everything quite in style. Celia stole into her place, feeling small in the presence of the stranger. After breakfast, when the Doctor had somewhat refreshed himself by its good cheer from his last night's fatigue, Isabella requested to speak with him. "Let me stay with you a little while," she asked, beseechingly; "I will do everything for you that you desire. You shall teach me anything;--I know I can learn all that you will show me, all that Mrs. Lester will tell me." "Perhaps so,--perhaps that will be best," answered the Doctor, "until your friends inquire for you; then I must send you back to them." "Very well, very well," said Isabella, relieved. "But I must tell you they will not inquire for me. I see you will not believe my story. If you only would listen to me, I could tell it all to you." "That is the only condition I can make with you," answered the Doctor, "that you will not tell your story,--that you will never even think of it yourself. I am a physician. I know that it is not good for you to dwell upon such things. Do not talk of them to me, nor to my wife or daughter. Never speak of your story to any one who comes here. It will be better for you." "Better for me," said Isabella, dreamily, "that no one should know! Perhaps so. I am, in truth, captive to the White Prince; and if he should come and demand me,--I should be half afraid to try the risks of another game." "Stop, stop!" exclaimed the Doctor, "you are already forgetting the condition. I shall be obliged to take you away to some retreat, unless you promise me"---- "Oh, I will promise you anything." interrupted Isabella; "and you will see that I can keep my promise." Meanwhile Mrs. Lester and Celia had been holding a consultation. "I think she must be some one in disguise," suggested Celia.