“And did you go alone?” asked Morrel, after he had read it.

“Emmanuel accompanied me, father. He was to have waited for me at the corner of the Rue du Musée, 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.”