He had when a young man met her famous father; he vowed she was the Old Buccaneer young again in petticoats and had made prize of an English man-of-war by storm; all the profit, however, being his.

This he proved with a courteous clasp of the girl and a show of the salute on her cheek, which he presumed to take at the night's farewell.

'She's my tonic,' he proclaimed heartily.

She seemed to Livia somewhat unstrung and toneless.

The separation from her brother in the morning might account for it.