Araxes, if only for the reason that the charming Princess chose to
impersonate his lady-love last night. One must amuse one's self in
one's own fashion, even in Egypt, and this amuses ME."

Gervase rose, feeling in his pocket for his cigarette-case.

"Come," he said briefly, "I will show you my picture."

He straightened his tall, fine figure and walked slowly across the
room to the table where Denzil Murray sat with his sister and
friends.

"Denzil," he said,--"I have made a strange portrait of the
Princess Ziska, and I'm going to show it to Dr. Dean. I should
like you to see it too. Will you come?"

Denzil looked at him with a dark reproach in his eyes.

"If you like," he answered shortly.

"I do like!" and Gervase laid his hand on the young fellow's
shoulder with a kind pressure. "You will find it a piece of
curious disenchantment, as well as a proof of my want of skill.
You are all welcome to come and look at it except ..." here he
hesitated,--"except Miss Murray. I think--yes, I think it might
possibly frighten Miss Murray."

Helen raised her eyes to his, but said nothing.

"Oh, by Jove!" murmured Lord Fulkeward, feeling his moustache as