were going in the right direction. Finally we reached Temple Bar and a few steps further we came to Green Square.
My heart beat so quickly when we stood before the door of Greth and Galley's office that I had to ask Mattia to wait a moment until I had recovered myself. After Mattia had stated to the clerk my name and my business, we were shown at once into the private office of the head of the firm, Mr. Greth. Fortunately this gentleman spoke French, so I was able to speak to him myself. He questioned me upon every detail of my life. My answers evidently convinced him that I was the boy he was looking for, for he told me that I had a family living in London and that he would send me to them at once.
"One moment, sir. Have I a father?" I asked, scarcely able to say the word "father."
"Yes, not only a father, but a mother, brothers and sisters," he replied.
"Oh..."
He touched a bell and a clerk appeared whom he told to take charge of us.
"Oh, I had forgotten," said Mr. Greth, "your name is Driscoll; your father's name is Mr. John Driscoll."
In spite of Mr. Greth's ugly face I think I could have jumped at him and hugged him if he had given me time, but with his hand he indicated the door and we followed the clerk.
