Before she made any further remark she began to think whether any of her favorite heroines had ever been in this delightful situation, and how it was best to behave with a genius dying for her.

She could not remember, but she knew there were innumerable instances of queens having loved their subjects--to wit, the stately Elizabeth and Essex.

She, in the eyes of this poor artist and his sister, was a queen--it would not hurt her to stoop from her high estate.

She turned her fair, troubled face to the astute woman by her side.
"Even if I could do him any good by seeing him," she said, "how could it be managed ?" Miss Lyster's stare of admiration was something wonderful to see.

"Would you be so noble, so generous?
Oh, Miss Arleigh, you will save my life and his! Would you really see him, and tell him he had better stay?
How good you are! Do you know, I could kneel here at your feet to thank you.
If you are willing, I can make all arrangements--I only needed your consent." The excitement was a pleasant break in the monotony of school life.