"But that was three months ago."
"True: but I haven't been able——"
"I left her at last, after giving her a little hope; I could do nothing more for her; but in three months that hope must have vanished."
Dubourg said no more, and Frédéric sat for some moments buried in melancholy reflections.
"If you knew, Dubourg," he said at last, "what a most surprising thing has happened to me!"
"I should know, if you told me."
"It is really inconceivable; it is a stroke of fate. On returning to Paris, I found Sister Anne."
"You found her here?"
"Yes; I saw her again—in another woman, the niece of Général de Valmont, a former comrade in arms of my father. Why, my friend, it is an astonishing thing—I never saw such a perfect resemblance."
"Ah! I begin to understand."