"Meet the prince Aziel beneath a tree in the palace gardens?
Never have I thought of it." "Yet, lady, the scroll I saw purported to be written by you, and your own woman bore it to the prince.

As I think, she sits yonder at the end of the chamber, for I know her shape." "Come hither," called Elissa, addressing the woman.

"Now tell me, what scroll was this that you carried to-day to the prince Aziel, saying that I sent you ?" "Lady," answered the girl confusedly, "I never told the prince Aziel that you sent him the scroll." "The truth, woman, the truth," said her mistress.

"Lie not, or it will be the worse for you." "Lady, this is the truth.

As I was walking through the market-place an old black woman met me, and offered me a piece of gold if I would deliver a letter into the hand of the prince Aziel.