But what will you?
His father, my brother--Mr the Marquis--has spent much of money, and it the must, despite the sentiments of familial respect, that I admit that my sainted father he also--' 'How would you feel if you found a lot of money--hundreds and thousands of gold pieces ?' asked Cyril.
The lady smiled sadly.
'Ah! one has already recounted to you the legend ?' she said.

'It is true that one says that it is long time; oh! but long time, one of our ancestors has hid a treasure--of gold, and of gold, and of gold--enough to enrich my little Henri for the life.

But all that, my children, it is but the accounts of fays--' 'She means fairy stories,' whispered the Phoenix to Robert.

'Tell her what you have found.' So Robert told, while Anthea and Jane hugged the lady for fear she should faint for joy, like people in books, and they hugged her with the earnest, joyous hugs of unselfish delight.
'It's no use explaining how we got in,' said Robert, when he had told of the finding of the treasure, 'because you would find it a little difficult to understand, and much more difficult to believe.

But we can show you where the gold is and help you to fetch it away.' The lady looked doubtfully at Robert as she absently returned the hugs of the girls.
'No, he's not making it up,' said Anthea; 'it's true, TRUE, TRUE!--and we are so glad.' 'You would not be capable to torment an old woman ?' she said; 'and it is not possible that it be a dream.' 'It really IS true,' said Cyril; 'and I congratulate you very much.' His tone of studied politeness seemed to convince more than the raptures of the others.
'If I do not dream,' she said, 'Henri come to Manon--and you--you shall come all with me to Mr the Curate.