"By the bye, your UNCLE has just told me the name by which he is known at the hotel.
Mr.Sabin! Sabin! It recalls something to my mind.

I cannot exactly remember what." She smiled upon him.

People generally forgot things when Helene smiled.
"It is an odd fancy of his to like his title so little," she remarked.
"At heart no one is prouder of their family and antecedents.

I have heard him say, though, that an exile had better leave behind him even his name." "Sabin!" Mr.Brott repeated.

"Sabin!" "It is an old family name," she murmured.
His face suddenly cleared.