He expected some kind of result.

But there was none, except that the smile remained on her lips a moment longer, and there was a laughing flash back in the clear depths of her eyes.

Her level glance was as innocent as a child's and as he looked at her, he thought of a child--a most beautiful child--and so utterly did he feel the discomfiture of his mental analysis of her that he rose to his feet with a frigid bow.
"I thank you, Mr.Holt," she said.

"You can imagine my sense of obligation when I tell you I have only three handkerchiefs aboard the ship with me.

And this is my favorite." She busied herself with the breakfast card, and as Alan left, he heard her give the waiter an order for fruit and cereal.