"What do you really think of this Miss Palm?"
"That is hard to say. I have not spoken much with her; she seems very shy and reserved."
"To judge by her appearance certainly, but I do not believe in it. In her eyes lies something far removed from shyness. Singular eyes! I have seen them distinctly to-day for the first time, and try in vain to remember where I have met them before. The girl has only just come to America?"
"About a month ago, I heard from Miss Clifford."
"I remember Jessie told me so. And yet there is something familiar in those features, though I cannot recall what it is."
Gustave examined closely the expression of his brother's face, while with apparent carelessness he replied--
"Perhaps it is a passing likeness which you observe."
"Likeness--with whom?" asked Sandow earnestly, while he supported his head on his hand, and lost in deepest meditation looked before him.
All at once he arose, and, as if angry with himself at such involuntary interest, said--
"Her remark at dinner was singularly wanting in tact."