"Asks me to be civil, if I can, to some people who have been remarkably kind to him out in Brazil.

They have an estate there." I nodded.
"Dicky doing all right ?" I asked.
"Seems to be," Ralph answered.
Dicky was our younger brother, and rather a wanderer.
"What is the name of the people who are coming over ?" I asked.
"Some odd name," Ralph answered,--"Delora, I think." Ralph had drawn the _Times_ towards him, and he did not notice my start.

I sat looking at him in blank amazement.
"Ralph!" I said presently.
My brother looked up.
"Have you got Dicky's letter on you ?" I asked.
He passed it over to me.

I skimmed through the first part until I came to the sentence which interested me.
I have been out staying at an awfully fine estate here, right on the Pampas.

It belongs to some people called Delora.