"Yes. But that is not an American name."
"But she was American. I knew her in New York years ago. Lord, what long years ago. You are not a relation of hers?"
"I have no relative of that name, Count Karl."
"I wish you had been one."
"Why?"
"That's just what I've been asking myself these two days. It wouldn't have been any good, would it? And yet—" he sighed—"yet I think I should have been drawn to speak pretty freely to you."
"About what?"
He turned at the pointed question and looked quizzically at me. "I wonder. You're so like her, you see."
"Were you in love with her, then?"
He started resentfully at the thrust. Coming from me it must have sounded very much like impertinence.