My eye travelled from my own portrait to Sapt, to Strakencz, to the rich robes of the Cardinal, to Black Michael's face, to the stately figure of the princess by his side.

Long I looked and eagerly.

I was roused by my brother's hand on my shoulder.

He was gazing down at me with a puzzled expression.
"It's a remarkable likeness, you see," said I."I really think I had better not go to Ruritania." Rose, though half convinced, would not abandon her position.
"It's just an excuse," she said pettishly.

"You don't want to do anything.