Suddenly she again laughed. "Delicious!"
"What?"
"Nothing. My own thoughts. By the way, what has become of the man we picked up from the sail-boat?"
The prince made a gesture. "He's down below—among the stokers. Why do you ask?"
"It is natural, I suppose, to take a faint interest in a poor fisherman you've almost drowned."
"Not I!" Brutally.
"No?" A smile, enigmatical, played around her lips. "How droll!"
"Droll?"
"Heartless, then. But you great nobles are that, a little, eh, mon ami?"
He shrugged and returned quickly to that other more interesting subject.