I shall write to the Reigning Prince." The young man turned a little and looked at her, with his crayon poised.
"My dear Eugenia," he murmured, "were you so happy at sea ?" Eugenia got up; she still held in her hand the drawing her brother had given her.

It was a bold, expressive sketch of a group of miserable people on the deck of a steamer, clinging together and clutching at each other, while the vessel lurched downward, at a terrific angle, into the hollow of a wave.

It was extremely clever, and full of a sort of tragi-comical power.

Eugenia dropped her eyes upon it and made a sad grimace.

"How can you draw such odious scenes ?" she asked.