He has been brought up in ignorance of his name and origin, in my country Poland.

He is French by birth, and his name is Felix Clemenceau.

It was his father, a celebrated sculptor, who married my daughter Iza, after decoying her to Paris from her mother's side, and he murdered her on some frivolous pretext when they were living separated and he, heaven knows, had no farther claim upon her--his existence was pure indifference to her.

I answer for it! They tried his father for the atrocity.

Even a French jury could not find extenuating circumstances for that kind of cold-blooded assassin who slays in the small hours the wife of his bosom--after having cast her off and driven her to evil ways, poor, spotless angel! They brought him in guilty of a foul murder and he was guillotined--gentleman and artist of merit though he was.