Neither Margaret nor Mrs. Rushmore was to be seen. Van Torp and Logotheti both watched the other two, looking from one face to the other. Kralinsky, with his eye-glass in his eye, surveyed the lovely young barbarian unmoved, and the silence lasted half a minute. Then she spoke in her own language and Kralinsky answered her, and only Logotheti understood what they said to each other. Probably it did not occur to Kralinsky that the Greek knew Tartar. [{416}]
'You are not Ivan. You are fatter, and you have not his eyes.'
Logotheti drew a long breath.
'No,' answered Kralinsky. 'I am Yuryi, his brother. I never saw you, but he told me of you.'
'Where is Ivan?'
'Dead.'
The proud little head was bowed down for a moment and Baraka did not speak till several seconds had passed. Then she looked up again suddenly. Her dark eyes were quite dry.
'How long?'
'More than four months.'
'You know it?'