And Madame herself has gathered further strength to her conviction that the little King was not buried in that forgotten corner of the graveyard of Sainte Marguerite.
At the same time, she knows that none of these--neither Naundorff, nor Havergault, nor Bruneau, nor de Richemont, nor any other pretender--was her brother.

No! The King, either because he did not know he was King, or because he had had enough of royalty, never came forward and never betrayed his whereabouts.

He was to be sought; he is still to be sought.
And it is now that he is wanted." "That is why I offer to tell you this story now.

That is my reason for bringing you to Farlingford now," said Colville, quietly.

It seemed that he must have awaited, as the wise do in this world, the propitious moment, and should it never come they are content to forego their purpose.