The Princess heard the remark, and I saw her compare my own blond head with Nick's black curls, while the puzzled look returned.
"Dear old Bharbazonia," was all she said, but I fancied her interest in him increased from that moment. It was the call of the blood.
"Do you know Bharbazonia?" she asked him later.
He admitted that he had visited the country on different occasions, always as the guest of General Palmora.
"On one of my trips I had the pleasure of meeting the Prince at Nischon. He was visiting his uncle the King."
"Ah," she said, "I thought so."
She nodded her head several times as if his remark explained many things.
"But I never had the pleasure of meeting you before," he added.
"I have seen you," she hastened to say. "If I remember correctly that was four years ago. You and the General rode by these windows frequently on that occasion. That was the year the Grand Duke of Framkor died."
Nick made no reply at this mention of his father's name. And, if she were trying to discover his identity under directions from her suspicious father, she made nothing out of him.