the little Doctor's hand closed on her arm with a soft yet firm
grip.

"Look!" he whispered.

She raised her eyes and saw two figures step out on the terrace
and stand in the full moonlight,--the white Bedouin dress of the
one and the glittering golden robe of the other made them easily
recognizable,--they were Gervase and the Princess Ziska. Helen
gave a faint, quick sigh.

"Let us go in," she said.

"Nonsense! Why should we go in? On the contrary, let us join
them."

"Oh, no!" and Helen shrank visibly at the very idea. "I cannot; do
not ask me! I have tried--you know I have tried--to like the
Princess; but something in her--I don't know what it is--repels
me. To speak truthfully, I think I am afraid of her."

"Afraid! Pooh! Why should you be afraid? It is true one doesn't
often see a woman with the eyes of a vampire-bat; but there is
nothing to be frightened about. I have dissected the eyes of a
vampire-bat--very interesting work, very. The Princess has them--
only, of course, hers are larger and finer; but there is exactly
the same expression in them. I am fond of study, you know; I am
studying her. What! Are you determined to run away?"

"I am engaged for this dance to Mr. Courtney," said Helen,