"Is this just curiosity ?" "Rather more than that," Richard said boldly.

"It's interest." Mr.Draconmeyer readjusted his spectacles.
"Mr.Grex," he announced, "is a gentleman of great wealth and illustrious birth, who has taken a very magnificent villa and desires for a time to lead a life of seclusion.

That is as much as I or any one else knows." "What about the young lady ?" Richard persisted.
"The young lady," Mr.Draconmeyer answered, "is, as you surmised, his daughter....

Shall we finish our promenade, Lady Hunterleys ?" Richard stood grudgingly a little on one side.
"Mr.Draconmeyer," he said desperately, "do you think there'd be any chance of my getting an introduction to the young lady ?" Mr.Draconmeyer at first smiled and then began to laugh, as though something in the idea tickled him.

He looked at the young man and Richard hated him.
"Not the slightest in the world, I should think," he declared.