Thus with that cynical half-smile of his did Mr Santorex keep up a running comment on each separate episode chronicled among the papers and letters filed away in his despatch-box. Some he merely looked at and put aside without a word; others he descanted upon in his peculiar dry and caustic fashion which always inspired the listeners with something bordering on repulsion. Yseulte herself could not but realise that there was a something rather cold-blooded, not to say ruthless, about her tranquil and philosophical parent that would have awed--almost repelled--her but that she loved him very dearly. Her nature was a concentrative one, and unsusceptible withal. She had hardly made any friends, because she had seen no one worth entertaining real friendship for, and she was a girl who would not fall in love readily. "I wish I hadn't seen this just now, father," she said, handing him back a sheaf of letters. It was a correspondence of a lively nature, and many years back, between himself and Mr Vallance. "You see, the Vallances are all coming up here this afternoon, and I don't feel like being civil to them immediately upon it." "Pooh! civility means nothing, not in this location at least. Why, when we first came here we were overwhelmed with it. It didn't last many months certainly, but it broke out afresh when rumour made me a millionaire. Why, what have you got there?" For she was now scrutinising, somewhat intently, a photograph which had fallen out of a bundle of papers among the piles they had been sorting. It represented a youngish man, strikingly handsome, and with a strong, reckless stamp of countenance; and though the original must have been prematurely bald, the mouth was almost hidden by a long heavy moustache. A queer smile came into Mr Santorex's face. "Think that's the type you could fall in love with, eh, Chickie? Well, I advise you not to, for I can't bring you face to face with the original." "Why? Who is it?" "Who is it? No less a personage than the disinherited heir, Ralph Vallance. The plot thickens, eh?" "I didn't know. I thought he was dead, if I ever knew there was such a person, that is. Why was he disinherited?"