"Finally, in the case that Madame d'Orbigny can do nothing for us, I will have recourse to a last resource."
"What is it, mamma?"
"It is a very weak one—a very foolish hope, perhaps; but why not try it? the son of M. de Saint Remy is—-"
"M. de Saint Remy has a son!" cried Claire, with astonishment.
"Yes, my child, he has a son."
"He never spoke of him—he never came to Angers."
"True, for reasons you cannot know. M. de Saint Remy, having left
Paris fifteen years ago, has not seen his son since."
"Fifteen years without seeing his father! can it be possible?"
"Alas! yes, you see. I tell you that the son of M. de Saint Remy, being well known in the fashionable world, and very rich—"
"Very rich! and his father is poor?"