Yet aloud he said: "We have had too much of business to-day.

We are tiring ourselves.
Until dinner time let us go outside and be gentlemen.

Business for to-morrow or next week.

And my dear daughter.

Brute! I have been forgetting her." Senorita Francesca, a darkly beautiful girl of eighteen, shy and retiring from the convent schooling that had ended but lately, soon came downstairs at her father's summons.