so sure of herself, so alert, and yet so gracious, so easily
entertained, and yet, when she turned her eyes towards the
strange, dismal landscape, so seriously intent upon its sad
beauty. The English captain dropped his head, and with the
pretence of pulling at his mustache, covered his mouth as he
spoke to her. When he had finished he gazed consciously at
the roof of the car, and she kept her eyes fixed steadily at
the object towards which they had turned when he had ceased
speaking, and then, after a decent pause, turned her eyes, as
Carlton knew she would, towards him.

"He was telling her who I am," he thought, "and about the
picture in the catalogue."

In a few moments she turned to her sister and spoke to her,
pointing out at something in the scenery, and the same
pantomime was repeated, and again with the third sister.

"Did you see those girls talking about you, Mr. Carlton?" Miss
Morris asked, after they had left the car.

Carlton said it looked as though they were.

"Of course they were," said Miss Morris.

"That Englishman told the Princess Aline something about you,
and then she told her sister, and she told the eldest one. It
would be nice if they inherit their father's interest in
painting, wouldn't it?"