But I must confess that I have watched that girl." "You find her attractive," murmured Louis.
"I find her delightful," I assented, "only she seems scarcely old enough to be about in such places as these." "The man," Louis said slowly, "is a Brazilian.

His name is Delora." "Does he live in Paris ?" I asked.
"By no means," Louis answered.

"He is a very rich coffee-planter, and has immense estates somewhere in his own country.

He comes over here every year to sell his produce on the London market.

I believe that he is on his way there now." "And the girl ?" I asked.
"She is his niece," Louis answered.