He was to have waited for me at the corner of the Rue de Musee, but, strange to say, he was not there when I returned." "Monsieur Morrel!" exclaimed a voice on the stairs.--"Monsieur Morrel!" "It is his voice!" said Julie.

At this moment Emmanuel entered, his countenance full of animation and joy.

"The Pharaon!" he cried; "the Pharaon!" "What--what--the Pharaon! Are you mad, Emmanuel?
You know the vessel is lost." "The Pharaon, sir--they signal the Pharaon! The Pharaon is entering the harbor!" Morrel fell back in his chair, his strength was failing him; his understanding weakened by such events, refused to comprehend such incredible, unheard-of, fabulous facts.

But his son came in.

"Father," cried Maximilian, "how could you say the Pharaon was lost?
The lookout has signalled her, and they say she is now coming into port." "My dear friends," said Morrel, "if this be so, it must be a miracle of heaven! Impossible, impossible!" But what was real and not less incredible was the purse he held in his hand, the acceptance receipted--the splendid diamond.
"Ah, sir," exclaimed Cocles, "what can it mean ?--the Pharaon ?" "Come, dear ones," said Morrel, rising from his seat, "let us go and see, and heaven have pity upon us if it be false intelligence!" They all went out, and on the stairs met Madame Morrel, who had been afraid to go up into the study.