“Do they live here?”
“At the Villa Monplaisir, m’sieur, out on the road to Fécamp.”
“Are they rich?” he asked unconcernedly.
“Oh, yes; Lord Bracondale is the English Minister for Foreign Affairs.”
“Bracondale!” echoed the stranger, recognising the name for the first time. “And that is his wife?”
“Yes.”
“And the child?”
“His daughter.”
“Is Lady Bracondale often here, in Havre?” he inquired eagerly.