Yes, it was the other one; it was Georges.

The one was brought to dishonor, the other murdered! It caused her no surprise, for her whole life was ruined.

Kneeling on the carpet, utterly forgetting where she was, noticing no one else, she gazed fixedly at her boy's face and listened with her hand on his heart.
Then she gave a feeble sigh--she had felt the heart beating.

And with that she lifted her head and scrutinized the room and the woman and seemed to remember.

A fire glowed forth in her vacant eyes, and she looked so great and terrible in her silence that Nana trembled as she continued to defend herself above the body that divided them.
"I swear it, madame! If his brother were here he could explain it to you." "His brother has robbed--he is in prison," said the mother in a hard voice.
Nana felt a choking sensation.