Then there were English travellers, distinguished, some of them, and German nobles, generally in the Diplomatic Service of their country, whom by some peculiar feminine instinct of her own, she suspected of being spies and generally persons of evil intentions.

Also there was the British colony, among whom were some very nice people that she made her friends, the strange, adventurous pioneers of our Empire who are to be bound in every part of the world, and in a sense its cream.
Lastly, there were the American tourists and business men, many of whom she thought amusing.

One of these, a millionaire who had to do with a "beef trust," though what that might be she never quite understood, proposed to her.

He was a nice young fellow enough, of a real old American family whose ancestors were supposed to have come over in the _Mayflower_, and possessed of a remarkable vein of original humour; also he was much in love.

But Isobel would have none of it, and said so in such plain, unmistakable language that the millionaire straightway left Mexico City in his private railway car, disconsolately to pursue his beef speculations in other lands.
On the day that he departed Isobel received a note from him which ran: "I have lost you, and since I am too sore-hearted to stay in this antique country and conclude the business that brought me here, I reckon that I have also lost 250,000 dollars.