Kathlyn watched this budding romance amusedly.

The young man was very nice.

But her thoughts were always and eternally with her father.
During the last week in December there arrived at the Palace Hotel in San Francisco an East Indian, tall, well formed, rather handsome.
Except for his brown turban he would have passed unnoticed.

For Hindus and Japanese and Chinamen and what-nots from the southern seas were every-day affairs.

The brown turban, however, and an enormous emerald on one of his fingers, produced an effect quite gratifying to him.
Vanity in the Oriental is never conspicuous for its absence.