"You mean his nationality?" said his friend, laughing. "That has puzzled me, too. He seems, at all events, to have had his finger in a good many pies. He escaped into Turkey with Bem, I know: and he has been imprisoned in Russia; and once or twice I have heard him refer to the amnesty that was proclaimed when Louis Napoleon was presented with an heir. But whether he is Pole, or Jew, or Slav, there is no doubt about his daughter being a thorough Hungarian."
"Not the least," said Brand, with decision. "I have seen lots of women of that type in Pesth, and in Vienna, too: if
you are walking in the Prater you can always tell the Hungarian women as they drive past. But you rarely see one as beautiful as she is."
After awhile Lord Evelyn said,
"This is Natalie's birthday. By-and-by I am going along to Bond Street to buy some little thing for her."
"Then she allows you to make her presents?" Brand said, somewhat coldly.
"She and I are like brother and sister now," said the pale, deformed lad, without hesitation. "If I were ill, I think she would be glad to come and look after me."
"You have already plenty of sisters who would do that.'"
"By-the-way, they are coming to town next week with my mother. You must come and dine with us some night, if you are not afraid to face the chatter of such a lot of girls."
"Have they seen Miss Lind?"