"One in my position learns to judge men and women by their faces, their voices.

Besides, I have told you that I have been in England, and I know when one is a gentleman.
But, if you wish, if you think you would like me to know more, you may tell me--just what you please." There was a slight pause.

"For instance, your father--was he an engineer, like yourself ?" Derrick leant back and crossed his legs, and looked, not at the pale face before him, but at the floor, and his brows were knit.
"It will sound strange to you, senora," he said, slowly, "but I don't know what my father was--not even what kind of a man he was.

I never saw him--to remember him." "He died--when you were young ?" asked Donna Elvira.
"Yes," assented Derrick, "and my mother, too.

They must have been fairly well off--not poor, I mean--for they left me, or, rather, the people in whose charge they placed me, sufficient money to bring me up and educate me, and enable me to gain a profession." A shaded lamp stood on a table at the side of Donna Elvira's chair.