Selden was deeply moved; he looked away, out over the sea, and for a moment there was silence between them—but it was a silence which said many things.
“Have you met her,” she asked at last, “this Miss Davis?”
“Yes.”
“Does she resemble her brother?”
“Oh, no,” said Selden; “not in the least. She is much stronger and finer.”
“You admire her then?”
“Yes—in a way.”
“Is she fond of Danilo?”
“No, I don’t think so—not especially.”
“Then it is just ambition—ambition to be a queen!”