"Every Sunday,when the big steamers were returning from unknown and distant countries,my father would invariably utter the same words:
"‘What a surprise it would be if Jules were on that one!Eh?’
"My Uncle Jules,my father's brother,was the only hope of the family,after being its only fear.I had heard about him since childhood,and it seemed to me that I should recognize him immediately,knowing as much about him as I did.I knew every detail of his life up to the day of his departure for America,although this period of his life was spoken of only in hushed tones.