The Doctor whipped up his horse.

Mrs. Lester was a little surprised at the companion her husband had brought home to breakfast with him.

“Who is it?” she whispered.

“That I don’t know,—­I shall have to find out,” he answered, a little nervously.

“Where is her bonnet?” asked Mrs. Lester; this was the first absence of conventionality she had noticed.

“You had better ask her,” answered the Doctor.

But Mrs. Lester preferred leaving her guest in the parlor while she questioned her husband.  She was somewhat disturbed when she found he had nothing more satisfactory to tell her.

“An insane girl! and what shall we do with her?” she asked.

“After breakfast I will make some inquiries about her,” answered the Doctor.

“And leave her alone with us? that will never do!  You must take her away directly,—­at least to the Insane Asylum,—­somewhere!  What if she should grow wild while you were gone?  She might kill us all!  I will go in and tell her that she cannot stay here.”

On returning to the parlor, she found Isabella looking dreamily out of the window.  As Mrs. Lester approached, she turned.

“You will let me stay with you a little while, will you not?”

She spoke in a quiet tone, with an air somewhat commanding.  It imposed upon nervous little Mrs. Lester.  But she made a faint struggle.

“Perhaps you would rather go home,” she said.

“I have no home now,” said Isabella; “some time I may recover it; but my throne has been usurped.”

Mrs. Lester looked round in alarm, to see if the Doctor were near.

“Perhaps you had better come in to breakfast,” she suggested.

She was glad to place the Doctor between herself and their new guest.

Celia Lester, the only daughter, came down stairs.  She had heard that her father had picked up a lost girl in the road.  As she came down in her clean morning dress, she expected to have to hold her skirts away from some little squalid object of charity.  She started when she saw the elegant-looking young girl who sat at the table.  There was something in her air and manner that seemed to make the breakfast equipage, and the furniture of the room about her, look a little mean and poor.  Yet the Doctor was very well off, and Mrs. Lester fancied she had everything quite in style.  Celia stole into her place, feeling small in the presence of the stranger.

After breakfast, when the Doctor had somewhat refreshed himself by its good cheer from his last night’s fatigue, Isabella requested to speak with him.

“Let me stay with you a little while,” she asked, beseechingly; “I will do everything for you that you desire.  You shall teach me anything;—­I know I can learn all that you will show me, all that Mrs. Lester will tell me.”

“Perhaps so,—­perhaps that will be best,” answered the Doctor, “until your friends inquire for you; then I must send you back to them.”