“Precisely. Had stolen away this child, in order that your name might become extinct.”
“That is reasonable, since he is an only son.”
“Well, now that all is arranged, do not let these newly awakened remembrances be forgotten. You have, doubtless, already guessed that I was preparing a surprise for you?”
“An agreeable one?” asked the Italian.
“Ah, I see the eye of a father is no more to be deceived than his heart.”
“Hum!” said the major.
“Someone has told you the secret; or, perhaps, you guessed that he was here.”
“That who was here?”
“Your child—your son—your Andrea!”
“I did guess it,” replied the major with the greatest possible coolness. “Then he is here?”