If these letters are really written by my father, as I believe them to be, they distinctly prove that I am not the son of the Countess de Commarin.' I did not answer.

'Meanwhile,' continued he, 'these are only presumptions.

Are you possessed of other proofs ?' I expected, of course, a great many other objections.
'Germain,' said I, 'can speak.' He told me that Germain had been dead for several years.

Then I spoke of the nurse, Widow Lerouge--I explained how easily she could be found and questioned, adding that she lived at La Jonchere." "And what said he, Noel, to this ?" asked old Tabaret anxiously.
"He remained silent at first, and appeared to reflect.

All on a sudden he struck his forehead, and said, 'I remember; I know her.