The other, the Croissy ferryman, hesitated:
"Yes, it certainly seems to me that I have seen that head; but you know when like that one cannot recognize anyone easily." And then, suddenly:
"Why, it's Mr. Paul."
"Who is Mr. Paul?" inquired his comrade.
The first answered:
"Why, Mr. Paul Baron, the son of the senator, the little chap who was so amorous."
The other added, philosophically:
"Well, his fun is ended now; it is a pity, all the same, when one is so rich!"
Madeleine sobbed and fell to the ground. Pauline approached the body and asked:
"Is he indeed quite dead?"