This, my dear nephew, is my only daughter, Sibylle Bernac.' 'Then you--' 'I am your mother's brother, Charles Bernac.' 'You are my Uncle Bernac!' I stammered at him like an idiot.

'But why did you not tell me so ?' I cried.
'I was not sorry to have a chance of quietly observing what his English education had done for my nephew.

It might also have been harder for me to stand your friend if my comrades had any reason to think that I was personally interested in you.

But you will permit me now to welcome you heartily to France, and to express my regret if your reception has been a rough one.

I am sure that Sibylle will help me to atone for it.' He smiled archly at his daughter, who continued to regard me with a stony face.
I looked round me, and gradually the spacious room, with the weapons upon the wall, and the deer's heads, came dimly back to my memory.
That view through the oriel window, too, with the clump of oaks in the sloping park, and the sea in the distance beyond, I had certainly seen it before.