your summons."

"It will come without fail, never fear!" she answered in equally
soft tones. "I hope it may find you ready."

He raised his eyes and gave her one long, lingering, passionate
look; then with another "Good-night," which included Dr. Dean,
left the room. The Doctor lingered a moment, studying the face and
form of the Princess with a curiously inquisitive air; while she
in her turn confronted him haughtily, and with a touch of defiance
in her aspect.

"Well," said the savant presently, after a pause: "Now you have
got him, what are you going to do with him?"

She smiled coldly, but answered nothing.

"You need not flash your beautiful eyes at me in that eminently
unpleasant fashion," pursued the Doctor, easily. "You see I KNOW
YOU, and I am not afraid of you. I only make a stand against you
in one respect: you shall not kill the boy Denzil."

"He is nothing to me!" she said, with a gesture of contempt.

"I know he is nothing to you; but you are something to him. He
does not recognize your nature as I do. I must get him out of the
reach of your spell--"

"You need not trouble yourself," she interrupted him, a sombre
melancholy darkening her face; "I shall be gone to-morrow."