Volume II Part 34 (1/2)
Irene looked at her in astonishment Was it possible that Louison did not know her own brother, or had the excitement of the last days crazed her mind?
”Won't you tell ently
”Don't you really know your own brother?” asked Irene in surprise
”My brother?”
Louison laid her hand on her head and becahtful
”I had a brother once,” she said, pensively; ”he was a few years older than I, and did everything to please o since I saw Jacques--many, many years”
”Jacques and Fanfaro are identical,” replied Irene, softly
She had been told this by her cousin Arthur, who took a great interest in the brother and sister
”Fanfaro,” repeated Louison, pensively ”Ah! now I knoho this ive performances in the Place du Chateau d'Eau They have all such peculiar naht; he is Fanfaro's foster-father, and Fanfaro is your brother”
”Who told you so?”
”He, hied me to care for his sister”
”But why does he not coed to see Fanfaro
”Let me speak a little about him,” said Louison, vivaciously; ”perhaps Fanfaro is identical with Jacques; he e”
”That may be so”
”And then he must be very handsome Jacques was a very pretty boy”
”That is correct, too,” replied Irene, blushi+ng
”Has he black eyes and dark, curly hair?”
”I think so,” stammered Irene, who knew all these details, yet did not wish to confess it
”You think so,” repeated Louison; ”you haven't looked carefully at him?”
”I--I--” stammered the countess, in confusion; ”what do you look at me for?”
A smile flitted across Louison's lips, but she kept silent, and Irene thanked God, as Madame Ursula now came in and softly said: