"And you?" said the marquis.
"I?" said Oliver. "I have inherited his fortune. It is all in diamonds."
Madame Munier pricked up her ears. She was growing interested. Her Oliver, then, had inherited a fortune.
"And your uncle's name—what was it?" said the marquis.
"His name?" said Oliver. "His name was Henri, the Chevalier de Monnière-Croix."
"The devil!" whispered Oliver's mother to herself. "I did not know that we were so well connected." She was past being surprised at anything now.
"De Monnière-Croix?" repeated the marquis. "De Monnière-Croix? The name is not familiar."
"Perhaps not," said Oliver. "My uncle was very young—a mere child—when he went to America, and for the twelve months past since his return to France he and I have been living quietly together in Paris, where he was engaged in settling his affairs."
The marquis was looking steadily at him. "Is your family of long descent?" said he.