"I don't know any of my father's friends.

I knew very little of him until last night." She looked at him with frank, girlish interest.
"Did you find the new house very beautiful ?" she asked.
Stafford nodded.
"Yes," he said, absently.

"It is a kind of--of palace.

It's beautiful enough--perhaps a little too--too rich," he admitted.
She smiled.
"But then, you are rich.

And is it true that a number of visitors are coming down?
I heard it from Jessie." "Who is Jessie ?" he asked, for he was more interested in the smallest detail of this strange, bewilderingly lovely girl's life than his father's affairs.
"Jessie is my maid.