"You have seen the two people sitting over there?" and he twisted eyebrows and mouth awry, with a whimsical leer of caution.
"Yes; what of them?"
"Do you know them?"
"No."
"Not even the lady?"
"She reminds me of some one—why do you ask?"
"I am surprised at you, Joan. Those charming eyes of yours should be keener. True, there is nothing feminine about Alec, and he has not suffered, like his mother. Still, there is a resemblance."
"Felix, are you in earnest?"
"Absolutely. I, at least, have not the Greek temperament. Our friends across the gangway are none other than Prince and Princess Michael Delgrado. You will discover no prophecy of Alec in his father; but he is his mother's own son, despite her weak chin and air of resignation."