He found himself wondering exactly at what point of their lives this man and he would come into contact.
After luncheon Helene brought them together.
"I believe," she said to Mr.Brott, "that you have never met my UNCLE.
May I make you formally acquainted?
UNCLE, this is Mr.Brott, whom you must know a great deal about even though you have been away for so long--the Duc de Souspennier." The two men bowed and Helene passed on.

Mr.Sabin leaned upon his stick and watched keenly for any sign in the other's face.

If he expected to find it he was disappointed.

Either this man had no knowledge of who he was, or those things which were to come between them were as yet unborn.
They strolled together after the other guests into the winter gardens, which were the envy of every hostess in London.

Mr.Sabin lit a cigarette, Mr.Brott regretfully declined.