The source whence it proceeds he will relate to your Excellency alone." The Prince frowned, but his color changed.

He mused a moment, and then, re-entering the chamber and advancing towards Isabel, he said,-- "Believe me, fair creature, I have no wish to take advantage of my power.

I would fain trust alone to the gentler authorities of affection.
Hold yourself queen within these walls more absolutely than you have ever enacted that part on the stage.

To-night, farewell! May your sleep becalm, and your dreams propitious to my hopes!" With these words he retired, and in a few moments Isabel was surrounded by officious attendants, whom she at length, with some difficulty, dismissed; and refusing to retire to rest, she spent the night in examining the chamber, which she found was secured, and in thoughts of Zicci, in whose power she felt an almost preternatural confidence.
Meanwhile the Prince descended the stairs, and sought the room into which the stranger had been shown.
He found him wrapped from head to foot in a long robe,--half gown, half mantle,--such as was sometimes worn by ecclesiastics.

The face of this stranger was remarkable; so sunburnt and swarthy were his hues that he must, apparently, have derived his origin amongst the races of the farthest East.