At one end was the receipted bill for the 287,000 francs, and at the other was a diamond as large as a hazel-nut, with these words on a small slip of parchment:--Julie's Dowry.
Morrel passed his hand over his brow; it seemed to him a dream.

At this moment the clock struck eleven.

He felt as if each stroke of the hammer fell upon his heart.

"Explain, my child," he said, "Explain, my child," he said, "explain--where did you find this purse ?" "In a house in the Allees de Meillan, No.

15, on the corner of a mantelpiece in a small room on the fifth floor." "But," cried Morrel, "this purse is not yours!" Julie handed to her father the letter she had received in the morning.
"And did you go alone ?" asked Morrel, after he had read it.
"Emmanuel accompanied me, father.