"He has a temper," said Mrs. Herne, thoughtfully, "but I never saw it exhibited, though I met him once at Miss Loach's. She said he had a lot of bad blood in him, but that may have been because she hated her sister, Isabella Octagon."
"Did she hate her?"
"Yes. And I think she had cause. Mrs. Octagon behaved very badly in connection with some romantic episode of the past."
"I fancy I know about that," said Jennings quickly, then added, "You are fond of perfumes?"
"What a strange question," laughed Mrs. Herne. "Yes, I am. Do you like this scent. It is called Hikui, and was given to me by a dear friend who received it from a Japanese attache."
"From a friend or relative?"
Mrs. Herne frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
Jennings shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, nothing. Only you are very like a lady called Senora Gredos."
"Maraquito," said Mrs. Herne unexpectedly. "Of course I am. Her father was my brother."
"You are then her aunt?"