He detailed the romance of his life, without omitting anything, but with many delicate touches for the filial ears of M.Langevin.The Counsellor heard him patiently, with an appearance of perfect disinterestedness.
"Monsieur," said he, at last, "at first I took you for a madman; but now I remember that the newspapers have contained some scraps of your history, and I see that you are the victim of a mistake.

I am not forty-six years old, but thirty-four.

My mother's name was not Clementine Pichon, but Marie Herval.

She was not born at Nancy, but at Vannes, and she was but seven years old in 1813.

Nevertheless, I am happy to make your acquaintance." "Ah! you're not my son!" replied Fougas, angrily.