"Don't you really know your own brother?" asked Irene in surprise.
"My brother?"
Louison laid her hand on her head and became thoughtful.
"I had a brother once," she said, pensively; "he was a few years older than I, and did everything to please me, but it is long ago since I saw Jacques—many, many years."
"Jacques and Fanfaro are identical," replied Irene, softly.
She had been told this by her cousin Arthur, who took a great interest in the brother and sister.
"Fanfaro," repeated Louison, pensively. "Ah! now I know who this man is. He belongs to a company of acrobats who give performances in the Place du Chateau d'Eau. They have all such peculiar names. One of them is named Firejaws—"
"Perfectly right; he is Fanfaro's foster-father, and Fanfaro is your brother."
"Who told you so?"
"He, himself; he begged me to care for his sister."