“Where did you get this Bible?” he asked hurriedly, turning towards the girl.
“In one of the upper rooms of the house. I think it must have belonged to Mrs. Renwick’s son, Philip. Why, your name is Philip, too,” she cried smilingly. “Why, I never thought of that before.”
“Yes, my name is Philip, and this Bible belonged to my father—”
“Your father?” repeated the dazed girl. But before Philip could answer her, in a quick revelation she cried, “Why, is your name Renwick?” staring at him with wide-open eyes.
“Yes, Philip de Brie Renwick.”
“And Mrs. Renwick, who used to live here?”
“Was my grandmother!”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE WINNER OF THE PRIZE
As Nathalie sat in dazed surprise upon hearing Philip’s announcement, he went on and told her of the early life of his father, of his going to Europe, of his marriage with Marie de Brie, a French girl, of his return to America, and of his subsequent quarrel with his mother, who had refused to receive his wife, a story that the girl had already heard, but not in detail, from Mrs. Page.