"I have only had a continental breakfast," I answered. "I dare say I can manage to eat something."
"I have a letter from Dicky," he remarked, later on. "Asks me to be civil, if I can, to some people who have been remarkably kind to him out in Brazil. They have an estate there."
I nodded.
"Dicky doing all right?" I asked.
"Seems to be," Ralph answered.
Dicky was our younger brother, and rather a wanderer.
"What is the name of the people who are coming over?" I asked.
"Some odd name," Ralph answered,—"Delora, I think."
Ralph had drawn the Times towards him, and he did not notice my start. I sat looking at him in blank amazement.
"Ralph!" I said presently.