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. In a moment they were at the Canebière. There was a crowd on the pier. All the crowd gave way before Morrel. “The Pharaon ! the