It is a fancy of mine--it has been ever since I became an alien--to use my title as little as possible." Mr.Brott looked for a moment puzzled.
"Your pseudonym," he remarked thoughtfully, "seems very familiar to me." Mr.Sabin shrugged his shoulders.
"It is a family name," he remarked, "but I flattered myself that it was at least uncommon." "Fancy, no doubt," Mr.Brott remarked, turning to make his adieux to his hostess.
Mr.Sabin joined a fresh group of idlers under the palms.

Mr.Brott lingered over his farewells.
"Your UNCLE, Lady Camperdown," he said, "is delightful.

I enjoy meeting new types, and he represents to me most perfectly the old order of French aristocracy." "I am glad," Helene said, "that you found him interesting.

I felt sure you would.

In fact, I asked him especially to meet you." "You are the most thoughtful of hostesses," he assured her.