"She＇s not a foreigner in spite of her name," said Mrs. Touchett.
"She was born—I always forget where you were born."
"It＇s hardly worth while then I should tell you."
"On the contrary," said Mrs. Touchett, who rarely missed a logical point; "if I remembered your telling me would be quite super昀uous."
Madame Merle glanced at Isabel with a sort of world-wide smile, a thing that over-reached frontiers."I was born under the shadow of the national banner."
"She＇s too fond of mystery," said Mrs. Touchett; "that＇s her great fault."