“ ‘So be it, my father,’ I said; ‘God’s will be done. I leave my mother, but I rejoin you.’
“Then a faint smile passed over his face, he waved me a sign of farewell and glided away.
“The door opened as he advanced towards it, and when he had disappeared it shut of its own accord.”
This recital was so simply and so naturally told, that it was evident to me the event had occurred just as de Franchi had related it, or he was the victim of an illusion, which he had believed to be real in consequence of the pre-occupation of his mind, and was therefore all the more terrible.
I wiped the perspiration from my forehead.
“Now,” continued Louis; “you know my brother, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think he will do when he learns that I have been killed in a duel?”
“He will leave Sullacaro at once to challenge the man who has killed you.”