And then, besides all that, this captivity separates you effectually from the miserable fellow you fancy that you love--and whom I abhor; because he has dared to turn your heart away from me.

I can at least enjoy this small satisfaction, of keeping you from him; and I will not let you go free to return to him--you may be perfectly sure of that, my fair lady!" "And how long do you intend to keep me captive ?--not like a Christian gentleman, but like a lawless corsair." "Until you have learned to love me--or at least to say that you have, which amounts to the same thing." Then he made her a low bow, and departed, with as self-satisfied and jaunty an air as if he had been in truth a favoured suitor.

Half an hour later a lackey brought in a beautiful bouquet, of the rarest and choicest flowers, while the stems were clasped by a magnificent bracelet, fit for a queen's wearing.

A little piece of folded paper nestled among the flowers--a note from the duke--and the fair prisoner recognised the handwriting as the same in which "For Isabelle" was written, on the slip of paper that accompanied the casket of jewels at Poitiers.

The note read as follows: "DEAR ISABELLE--I send you these flowers, though I know they will be ungraciously received.