ive seemed endless, and if Leon was surprised at the length of
the city as he viewed it from the river, he was more amazed now, as
the carriage rolled rapidly through continuous rows of houses built up
solidly on each side. In reality they drove almost the entire length
of the Island, for their destination was that same place where the
Doctor had once set fire to his house.

Everything, however, was changed. Where once was an old dwelling on a
rugged lot of land, there was now a royal mansion within a spacious
park. This was the home of Dr. Emanuel Medjora and his wife. They had
no children. But a retinue of servants, and frequent arrivals of
company, kept the two from feeling lonely.

The Doctor ushered Leon into a cosy reception-room, made pleasant by
sunshine, and the light morning's breeze, and there bade him wait a
moment, while he summoned his wife. But Leon was not left to himself
long, for within a few moments a door opened and Madame Medjora
entered. She insisted that she should always be called Madame, and
therefore in deference to her nationality, as well as to her wishes, I
give her that title.

Hearing the carriage, she had hurried to meet her husband, but by
accident they had not met, and she was surprised to see the stranger
of whom she had heard nothing, and whose arrival was therefore
entirely unexpected. Leon arose and bowed to her, in courteous and
graceful greeting, but, angered because she had not been advised of
his coming, she asked with brusqueness.

"Who are you?"

"I came with Dr. Medjora," replied Leon, somewhat startled by the
unfriendliness of her manner.

"But who are you? What is your name?"

Alas! The inconvenience of having no name. In a moment Leon was all
embarrassment.

"My name?" He paused and stammered. "My name is--Leon----" Here he
stopped, blushed, and looked away.

"Leon! Leon what?" asked Madame Medjora, in tones far from
conciliatory. Leon did not reply. She continued, now thoroughly
aroused. "You are ashamed of your name, are you? What is your name? I
will know it! What is your last name, your full name?"

"Leon Grath is his name!" said a voice behind, and, turning, they both
saw Dr. Medjora.

CHAPTER V.

A FACE FROM THE PAST.

Madame Medjora turned at the sound of her husband's voice with mingled
emotion,--pleasure at seeing him at home again, for she still loved
him with the passionate ardor of those earlier days, and anxiety,
because her keen ear