"Monsieur Solange is dead!" cried George, bowing his head, overwhelmed at the news.
"But," Monsieur Dalize hastened to add, "you have found your real father."
At these words George raised his head again; his eyes went straight towards those of Monsieur Roger. He ran forward and threw himself in the arms which were opened to him, repeating, between his tears,—
"My father! my father!"
And Miss Miette, who wept, as all the rest did, at this moving spectacle, said, in the midst of her sobs,—
"I knew it; I knew it; I knew it was his papa!"
