"Oh, monsieur!" interrupted Andrée, excitedly, "you knew my mother, then?"
"So well, my dear girl, that I asked her to be my wife."
"Ah!"
"Oh, monsieur!"
"Father!"
"That is the truth. It is the additional truth that my cousin, the doctor, got her."
"My father was your cousin?" asked Lerouge. "Why, I come right by the family resemblance, Jean!"
"Yes," laughingly retorted the latter, "and the family temper."
"I was not aware that your mother again married," observed M. Marot.
"Yes,—Monsieur Frédéric Remy, the father of Andrée, here," said Henri. "Alas! neither he nor my mother long survived the loss of their younger daughter."