If it were not that my brother Dicky has just written over from Brazil to ask me to be civil to you and your niece, you wouldn't have left this place so easily." "Your brother!" Delora said, looking at me uneasily.

"Say that again." "Certainly!" I answered.

"My brother Dicky, who is now out in Brazil, and who has written to me about you.

You met him there, of course ?" I added.

"He stayed with you at--let me see, what is the name of your place ?" I asked suddenly.
"Menita," Delora answered, without hesitation.