The name fitted her personality, which Brandt did not.

Out of "Brandt" I defy you to get any curvilinear suggestion.

I reflected dreamily that it would be pleasant to walk with her among the roses in the sunshine and to drink tea with her in dusky Moorish alcoves.

I also thought, with an enjoyable spice of malice, of what the retired Colonels and elderly maiden ladies would have to say about Lola when she arrived.
They should have a gorgeous time.
So light-hearted did I become that, the next evening, while I was dressing for dinner, I did not frown when the chasseur brought me up the huge trilingual visiting-card of Professor Anastasius Papadopoulos.
"Show the gentleman up," said I.
Rogers handed me my black tie and began to gather together discarded garments so as to make the room tidy for the visitor.

It was a comfortable bed-sitting-room, with the bed in an alcove and a tiny dressing-room attached.