Henri de Bellegarde "Your brother," said Newman reflectively, "must be a very nice young man." "He is very nice, though he is not young. He is upwards of fifty; fifteen years my senior. He had been a father to my sister and me. He is a very remarkable man; he has the best manners in France. He is extremely clever; indeed he is very learned. He is writing a history of The Princesses of France who never Married." This was said by [Valentin de] Bellegarde with extreme gravity, looking straight at Newman, and with an eye that betokened no mental reservation; or that, at least, almost betokened none. Newman perhaps discovered there what little there was, for he presently said: "You don't love your brother." "I beg your pardon," said Bellegarde ceremoniously; "well-bred people always love their brothers." "Well, I don't love him, then!" Newman answered. "Wait till you know him!" rejoined Bellegarde, and this time he smiled. -- The American, Chapter VIII