Well, now, go on with your story.

Egad, my dear Abbe, I think it is very likely that what the lad says is true." "If it is a family conversation," said the Abbe, "I had better leave you." "Oh, for Heaven's sake, no! I could not stand the boy alone.

Now, Mister ah!--What's-your-name?
Have the goodness to tell your story." Mr.Billings was woefully disconcerted; for his mother and he had agreed that as soon as his father saw him he would be recognised at once, and, mayhap, made heir to the estates and title; in which being disappointed, he very sulkily went on with his narrative, and detailed many of those events with which the reader has already been made acquainted.

The Count asked the boy's mother's Christian name, and being told it, his memory at once returned to him.
"What! are you little Cat's son ?" said his Excellency.

"By heavens, mon cher Abbe, a charming creature, but a tigress--positively a tigress.