"I am sure you are here with your brother. The likeness is unmistakable.
I hope the prince is not hurt?" she said, in her little, friendly,
confidential way to Wanda.

"No, he is not hurt, thank you. Yes, that is my brother. May I introduce
him? Martin. Miss Cahere--my brother."

And the introduction was effected, which was perhaps what Netty wanted.
She did not take much notice of Martin, but continued to talk to Wanda.

"It must be so interesting," she said, "to live in Warsaw and to be able
to help the poor people who are so down-trodden."

"But I do nothing of that sort," replied Wanda. "It is only in books
that women can do anything for the people of their country. All I can
do for Poland is to see that one old Polish gentleman gets what he likes
for dinner, and to housekeep generally--just as you do when you are at
home, no doubt."

"Oh," protested Netty, "but I am not so useful as that. That is what
distresses me. I seem to be of no use to anybody. And I am sure I could
never housekeep."

And some faint line of thought, suggested perhaps by the last remark,
made her glance in passing at Martin. It was so quick that only Martin
saw it. At all events, Paul Deulin appeared to be looking rather
vacantly in another direction.

"I suppose Miss Mangles does all that when you are at home?" said Wanda,