Raoul was quite charmed with what he said.
"Yes," he continued, "slippery; and that little pug-nose! and her little eyes have quite a—a Chinese air! But who is she, who is she?"
"The daughter of one of my mother's friends."
"Is she rich?"
"Very rich."
"It's on account of papa that I asked you that, because I would marry her without a dowry. It's the first time I've ever said such a thing on meeting a young girl. And now the name."
"Mlle. Martha Derame."
"Derame, did you say?"
"Yes."
"Isn't the father a wealthy merchant who has business in Japan and China?"