"It's a fine morning, Count." "Charming, Mr.Merrick." Uncle John walked away.

He was glad that he had not suspected the young man unjustly.

When an imposture is unmasked it is no longer dangerous.
He joined his nieces, who were all busily engaged in writing letters home, and remarked, casually: "You've been deceived in your Italian friend, Louise.

He is neither a count nor of noble family, although I suppose when you met him in New York he had an object in posing as a titled aristocrat." The girl paused, examining the point of her pen thoughtfully.
"Are you sure, Uncle John ?" "Quite sure, my dear.

I've just been through the list of Italian counts, and his name is not there.