We chatted amiably for a few moments; then the Captain, standing very erect and stiff, made me a beautiful bow and delivered the following remarkable question:
"Monsieur Van Twillaire, I am come to-day according to the American custom, to beg your permission to pay my addresses to mademoiselle, your daughter."
I dropped my cigarette into the empty fireplace.
"Which daughter?" I asked, coldly.
"Mademoiselle Dulcima, monsieur."
After a silence I said:
"I will give you an answer to-morrow at this hour."
We bowed to each other, solemnly shook hands, and parted.
I was smoking violently in the conservatory of the hotel, when a bellboy brought me a card of my old friend, Gillian Van Dieman.