He was now standing near the grave, and his eyes were turned from one to the other of us, at last resting on Justine.
Presently I saw a look of recognition.

He stepped quickly forward.
"Mademoiselle, will you pardon me ?" he said very gently, "but you remind me of one whose grave I came to see." His hand made a slight motion toward Hector Caron's resting-place.

Her eyes were on him with an inquiring earnestness.

"Oh, monsieur, is it possible that you are my brother's friend and rescuer ?" "I am Roscoe.

He was my good friend," he said to her, and he held out his hand.