Marmora on one side, the Golden Horn on the other, and the
Bosporus at their feet. The sun was shining mildly, and the
waters were stirred by great and little vessels; before them
on the opposite bank rose the dark green cypresses which
marked the grim cemetery of England's dead, and behind them
were the great turtle-backed mosques and pencil-like minarets
of the two cities, and close at hand the mosaic walls and
beautiful gardens of Constantine.

"Your friends the Hohenwalds don't seem to know you this
morning," she said.

"Oh yes; he spoke to me as we left the hotel," Carlton
answered. "But they are on parade at present. There are a
lot of their countrymen among the tourists."

"I feel rather sorry for them," Miss Morris said, looking at
the group with an amused smile. "Etiquette cuts them off from
so much innocent amusement. Now, you are a gentleman, and the
Duke presumably is, and why should you not go over and say,
`Your Highness, I wish you would present me to your sister,
whom I am to meet at dinner to-morrow night. I admire her
very much,' and then you could point out the historical
features to her, and show her where they have finished off a
blue and green tiled wall with a rusty tin roof, and make
pretty speeches to her. It wouldn't hurt her, and it would do
you a lot of good. The simplest way is always the best way,
it seems to me."

"Oh yes, of course," said Carlton. "Suppose he came over here