“Oh, M. Guerchard, where is he?”
“He’s here,” said Lupin, in his natural voice.
Sonia sprang to him with outstretched arms.
“It’s you! It IS you!” she cried.
“Just look how like him I am!” said Lupin, laughing triumphantly. “But do I look quite ruffian enough?”
“Oh, NO! You couldn’t!” cried Sonia.
“Isn’t he a wonder?” said Victoire.
“This time the Duke of Charmerace is dead, for good and all,” said Lupin.
“No; it’s Lupin that’s dead,” said Sonia softly.
“Lupin?” he said, surprised.