the finding of two strangers in his mother's boudoir as a matter of course. He started speaking as if he had always known us.
\"My father!\" he cried, searching our faces for some hope. \"Is it true? Is it true? Is he dead?\"
\"He is dead,\" said Mme. Storey.
\"Oh, nobody will ever know what this means to me!\" he cried, clapping his hands to his head. \"Fathers always die, of course, but this is different!\" He turned to us
the finding of two strangers in his mother's boudoir as a matter of course. He started speaking as if he had always known us.
\"My father!\" he cried, searching our faces for some hope. \"Is it true? Is it true? Is he dead?\"
\"He is dead,\" said Mme. Storey.
\"Oh, nobody will ever know what this means to me!\" he cried, clapping his hands to his head. \"Fathers always die, of course, but this is different!\" He turned to us
