His words stuck in his throat where his heart was, and for a minute his eyes had a kind of mist before them.
Meanwhile Charley's eyes were upon him, curious, fixed, abstracted.
"Is this your house ?" "It is, M'sieu'." "You fished me out of the river by the Cote Dorion ?" He still held his head with his hands, for it throbbed so, but his eyes were intent on his companion.
"Yes, M'sieu'." Charley's hand mechanically fumbled for his monocle.

Jo turned quickly to the wall, and taking it by its cord from the nail where it had been for these long months, handed it over.

Charley took it and mechanically put it in his eye.

"Thank you, my friend," he said.

"Have I been conscious at all since you rescued me last night ?" he asked.
"In a way, M'sieu'." "Ah, well, I can't remember, but it was very kind of you--I do thank you very much.