“Of his daughters; for he is more fortunate than he imagines,” said Dagobert. “The poor children are twins.”
“And where are they?” asked the old man.
“In a convent.”
“In a convent?”
“Yes; by the treachery of this man, who keeps them there in order to disinherit them.”
[Original]
“What man?”
“The Marquis d’Aigrigny.”
“My son’s mortal enemy!” cried the old workman, as he threw a glance of aversion at Father d’Aigrigny, whose audacity did not fail him.