I looked doubtfully at the sleeping men.
"Yes, yes, I know, but my brother will be more reasonable now," she pursued; "he will see things in another light. He has done all for honour that honour calls for."
"He has done too much," said I somewhat bitterly, for I realised how greatly he had imperilled his sister.
She made no answer to that, but approached and looked down at the Prince, who lay with his head pillowed on the cushioned seat.
"He is well enough?" she asked.
"He is well enough to leave the yacht if he will consent," I answered.
Perhaps it was the sound of our voices, though we had both pitched them low. At any rate, Prince Frederic stirred and sat up slowly.
"Good-morning, Alix," he said affectionately, and his eyes alighted on me, as if wondering.
The Princess went forward and embraced him. "Dr. Phillimore has kindly got breakfast for you," she said. "You must eat, Frederic, for we are going to leave the yacht this morning."
She spoke decisively, as if she had taken control of affairs out of his hands, and he smiled back.