“And she has let you come?”
“She kissed me, and said, ‘Go.’ My mother is a true Corsican.”
“And so you came.”
“Here I am.”
“But your brother would not wish to be avenged were he alive.”
“Well, then,” replied Lucien, smiling bitterly, “he must have changed his mind since he died.”
At this moment the valet entered, carrying the supper tray.
Lucien ate like a man without a care in the world.
After supper I showed him to his room. He thanked me, shook me by the hand, and wished me good-night.
Next morning he came into my room as soon as the servant told him I was up.