As if quite overcome, he drew near to a kiosk, and for a moment leant against it.

Then, however, he drew himself up again, and walked on further, still as it were in search of something.
And now came an incident which brought Pierre's emotion to a climax.

A tall sturdy man on turning out of the Rue Caumartin caught sight of Salvat, and approached him.

And just as the new comer without false pride was shaking the workman's hand, Pierre recognised him as his brother Guillaume.

Yes, it was indeed he, with his thick bushy hair already white like snow, though he was but seven and forty.